24 [English translation]

"All that is left from the mercilessly flowing time are our lonelinesses."

1/

Today is a day getting old, packing bags and its last farewell is like yesterday.

It goes aside and cries.

But me, my hamartia is looking at my future through a window.

My eyes are full and my hands are hostages of my face.

My lips are locked, goodbye today!

You also are a voyager, you are interrogation of my past and you are tired of the past 24 years.

Go rest with the abandoners, my future is awaiting me at the doorstep and it's farewell time...

Snow white is hidden in my hairs and always a rush, a panic inside my eyes.

I was a kid in middle of obscure paintings.

Every day was a guest, and every past day was so cold.

Those old yesterdays, they were just like you, they were my memories in the darkness of the past.

But me, I can't find them anymore.

I always sent my best wishes to those left behind, I had no proof of tomorrow.

I cried with my voyagers.

No one was ever a guest, I understood that.

Winds became killers in the fall, all leaves died.

Rain became tears, winds became souls, they blowed slowly.

Like you, every yesterday silently cried.

CHORUS

My lips are locked, goodbye today!

You also are a voyager, you are interrogation of my past and you are tired of the past 24 years.

Go rest with the abandoners.

My future is awaiting me at the doorstep and it's farewell time...

2/

I can no longer see my misty face in mirrors and I held a yellow rose in the mourning of meliorism.

My dreams disappeared, they weren't at where I put them.

The only stranger in the house was me and the rising sun was only a lying candle.

Fading was my rose, raid was its end, what left was the picture.

A portrait, I was a smiling kid, I cried looking at my face.

As I faced myself, I started fighting my sobs.

I was postponed to tomorrow.

I was rejected. My eyes sent those going off.

And my lone tongue said "Hello!.." to those coming up.

My begger hands just hanged around.

This was the last smell of the fall, last smile with its last leaf; last time I inhaled the breath, it was the last fall1.

The fall dawned.

The face cracked a smile as sun rose.

All those nomad and bad feelings with every falling person left hidden.

We are the poor coming from past, going to the future.

"All that is left from the mercilessly flowing time are our lonelinesses."

1. "Autumn/Fall" is the compound word "sonbahar" in Turkish, which literally means "last spring". There is a word play here.