Adı Bende Saklı [English translation]

Sleeps aborts because of gripes

Snuggest places are not (can't be) shelters

It is 14th in the sky , I am fullmoon

Wrap my last memory around your chest

I could consent to this (much), lover

In the faraway lands, he is married (*and maybe with children)

The happiness mostly his right

In this tired, broken, worn out story

His name is hidden in me

The doves which in endearment on the branch

They asked me about seperation

I answered "disaster, fire, snow"

I answered "(It's the)tradition, they shoot down the love"

In the faraway lands, he is married

The happiness mostly his right

In this tired, broken, worn out story

His name is hidden in me

In the faraway lands, he is married

The happiness mostly his right

In this tired, broken, worn out story

His name is hidden in me