My Mood Is Acembushel Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

I get up early in the morning,
Bend in the name of god bend,
I mind my business
Nine children rent a house.

It's always crazy at the end of the month,
Raised the fund of the poor,
This is a deep subject.
Nine children rent a house.

I run to a few jobs,
I put my life to the tooth,
My tomorrow is always worrying,
Nine children rent a house.

The grocery butcher is after me,
I don't have it in my hand,
My wife, who is troubled by this,
Nine children rent a house.

No hand, no hand,
Subtract with the ball, there is no division,
Not in the sea, not in the lake,
Nine children rent a house.

No penny left,
This hole is not patched,
My mood is acembushel,
Nine children rent a house.