Bi' Fırlatsam [English translation]

I am searching the happy ending of my tale in my pocket

I feel in me that my hope is down

My grief is great yet I am looking straight

And all of my cuts are drying

It hurts and gives it medicine at the same time

Time goes like this since the beginning of it

It doesn’t run through, stays still and finds my vein

There is a palace in me ready for him

Still not enough for him

If I throw my sorrow up in the sky

It falls back into its place, on my chest

Yellow patience comes and takes its revenge

It does not leave any tears in my eyes

If I throw my sorrow up in the sky

It falls back into its place, on my chest

Yellow patience comes and takes its revenge

It does not leave any tears in my eyes