Red Steed Is Turning On His Head

Detachment ambushed wolf's waist,
They took Sepetçioğlu into the circle,
The creek hill is full of restraint, what a cure,
They do not look at the bride with henna hands.

Goat carries the knife from its scabbard,
In Persian, his belt hangs from his waist,
Sepetçioğlu, my valiant noble lion,
He skids the steed like a gazelle.

The lower side of the wolf waist is the poplar fountain,
Black muzzle becomes a grim reaper,
The son of the hand has no mercy in his heart,
The Mauser fires the bullet into the heart.

His anger does not fit into the mountains,
It's raining bullets from right to left,
Sepetçioğlu was shot, I'm dead,
Red steed is turning on his head.