Two strings made of wool
I think it is cool
Every time I play my bagirsak
It makes me very happy
It also makes me very sad, Amga is no longer here
Every time I hold it in my hand
It reminds me of who gave it to me
I always like the art on it
It makes me want to go to Turkey, too
I like how the art is cool
It makes me want to be an artistic man, too.