İyi Şeyler [English translation]

The words I write are an injured good-bye to you

A 'hello' crying over your absence

Understanding is difficult my love, why didn't it work

What did we do so it didn't count

There could have been good things between us

If we hadn't exhausted our hearts in the dark

Flowers could have grown inside us

If we hadn't listened to the devil called pride knowingly

If you fear God tell the truth my rose

Have we really never been happy in this world

You were my pillow, my blanket; I hugged you

If I hadn't loved you, would I have done that