Meyhane mahcup, dili kor dökmemiş
Hâyın bir akşamdan kalma
Yerde adamlar ve kusmuklar
Yukarıdan bakıyor herkese, keyiflidir
Kimsenin oturmadığı topal sandalye
Kiminin zarı boğazına kaçmış
Bahse değer gündüzü yok
Diğer akşam nasıl da uzak
Meyhaneci yorgun
Ne yuva ama ne de kaçamak
Para yetmedi, dansöz yok
Kelimeleri kim en iyi düzerse onadır
Balgam gibi gevşek bir gülüş
Peki bilader kafamız neden gömülü bu pisliğe
İş güç eve ekmek, sonra yine geleceğiz söz
Dilber istifa etti arkadaş, alış
Har
The Tavern is ashamed for its tongue so weak against the fire
The Tavern is hungover; it was a rascal night
On the floor men lying, and quite a bit vomit is seen
Scorning everyone, he is indeed in a good mood
The beloved cripple chair, no one wants to sit
Some has been choked by their own dices
And has no day’s worth talking
The nigh to come is far away,
Tired, the taverner
We have no home, no running
Not a penny for a dancer in the dark
Whoever goes all the way with words
Gets to step out of the smile, loose as a phlegm
But how come we’re stuck in this horseshit fellas
To work, to home; we will come back, they promise
The women has quit her job, pal. Believe or not
Har!
