Ime Tonyalin Pedin - Apolas Lermi

Yayla yayla gezersin dedi çimenleri ezersin

Yedi türlü çeşit çiçek var, hangisine benzersin?

Mektup yazdum acele da

Oku oku hecele

Mektup yazdum acele da

Oku oku hecele

Mektup bendendur yarum da

At koynuna gecele

Mektup bendendur yarum da

At koynuna gecele

Mektup yazdum sevdama

Okusun heceleri

Geleceğum akluna da cuma geceleri

Getur beni akluna da cuma geceleri

Mektubumun uçlari da bağlamadur bağlama

Mektubumun uçlari da bağlamadur bağlama

Ben yazarken ağladum da sen okurken ağlama

Ben yazarken ağladum da sen okurken ağlama

Mektup yazdum sevdama

Okusun heceleri

Geleceğum akluna da cuma geceleri

Getur beni akluna da cuma geceleri

Mektup yazdum kış idi da

Kalemum gümuş idi

Mektup yazdum kış idi da

Kalemum gümuş idi

Okuyan incinmesun da

Yüreğum yanmiş idi

Okuyan incinmesun da

Yüreğum yanmiş idi

Mektup yazdum sevdama

Okusun heceleri

Geleceğum akluna da cuma geceleri

Getur beni akluna da cuma geceleri

Geleceğum akluna da cuma geceleri

Yayla çimenleri dağlar su olur da akarlar

Güzel güzel gelinler (?)

He said that you can travel with the highland, you can crush the grass.

There are seven kinds of flowers, which one are you like?

I wrote a letter in a hurry

read read spell

I wrote a letter in a hurry

read read spell

The letter is from me too

Night to the horse bosom

The letter is from me too

Night to the horse bosom

I wrote a letter to my love

Let's read the syllables

I will come to your mind on Friday nights

Bring me to your mind on Friday nights

The ends of my letter are also binding

The ends of my letter are also binding

I cried while I was writing but don't cry while you read

I cried while I was writing but don't cry while you read

I wrote a letter to my love

Let's read the syllables

I will come to your mind on Friday nights

Bring me to your mind on Friday nights

I wrote a letter, it was winter

My pen was silver

I wrote a letter, it was winter

My pen was silver

Even if the reader doesn't get hurt

my heart was burned

Even if the reader doesn't get hurt

my heart was burned

I wrote a letter to my love

Let's read the syllables

I will come to your mind on Friday nights

Bring me to your mind on Friday nights

I will come to your mind on Friday nights

Highland grasses, mountains become water and they flow

Beautiful beautiful brides (?)