When we were at war
There everyone used to think about their
Beloveds or about their wives
And I could certainly think
About the times when I looked at a pipe
In her blue smoke
Like when she lied to me sometimes
to someone else for a long time
But the his girl's heart gave love
to someone else for a long time
But I didn't think about them at all,
I just smoked a pipe
with bitter Turkish tobacco,
I just shoot bullets faithfully
hoping to appease my pain
and to set a limit to our hostility
When we will be at war,
to meet the bullets flying
on our black horse
But it looks like death it's not for me
and my black horse
carries me away from the fire again

Night gathers, and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife,
hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crowns
and win no glory.