Since a thousand years,
Enver Usta has carved into hearts
On Çavuşlu he is,
The whole Black Sea plays horon
Cry out the mountains their love
The mulberry shutting nightgales up
Makes bows speak up
On Giresun where is
The hometown of kemancha,
And touches the earlock of the love
A couple of drops join
Into the flood of Görele.