She Had A Sandal And A Minivan

She had a sandal and a minivan.
The snow got wet in Sarıkamış.
Neither tears were shed, nor blood.
He was deceived by nature, in Sarıkamış.

There is neither a shelter nor a ward.
Ahmet, Mehmet said, the voice muffled.
There is a frost, my Lord, what a bitter cold.
It rested on the marrow, in Sarikamis.

Is it summer? Is it Karakis? Fall is uncertain.
The snow is on top, the trail is not clear.
Hazel eyes are frozen, the eye is not clear.
It was an unknown time, in Sarıkamış.

The mountain, the stones are in ambush, the birds are the trees.
Boran hit the blizzard, and they're hungry.
Cholera and typhus do not come with drugs.
It was another faith, in Sarıkamış.

It has been months, he has been on the roads tiredly.
There is no weakness in the knee, nor in the arms.
The snow is on the mountains that have set a sneaky trap.
It was a white quilt, in Sarıkamış.

A cold circle in Allahuekber.
My Lord said martyr, you are respected.
I wish you to be your neighbor, prophet.
It was legendary in languages, in Sarıkamış.

The mothers cried, the wounds will burn.
The fire did not ignite, the stove did not burn.
Come and see it, mountain, stone arm and leg.
It was the lost homeland, in Sarıkamış.

Brother, don't forget, write it in your heart.
Every night before going to bed, pray and supplication.
One Fatiha a day, by Allah, is very little.
A history was cut in Sarıkamış.