Aşk Bitti [English translation]

Love is over,

feels like a little fish has slipped through my fingers.

Love is over,

feels like something has come off within me.

Does love ever end,

does it fade into emptiness as if nothing has happened?

Love never ends*, love never ends.

It remains with our names on a street wall,

on a tree bark, on the paper side of a calender.

It remains on a bloom between the pages of a book,

on a nail scar, at the queue of a shared taxi.

It remains in a room, on a pillow lace,

on a candle light, on a shakedown bed.

Love never ends, love never ends.

It remains into a repeated song on our tongue,

at a school dismiss, on the glance of a child.

It remains in a book with a fairy,

in a sick room in the middle of the night.

It remains at a station on a torn wall advertisement,

on a bitter smile, on a disorganized walking.

Love never ends, love never ends.

It remains at a street on a public call box,

in the answer of a question, on the face of a neighbor.

It remains in a bazaar on the smell of coffee,

on a rabbit fortune draw, on the price of a sock.

It remains on a moss at the seashore,

on a seagull's wings, on the pipe of a ferry.

Love never ends, love never ends.