i picked flower from heaven for you
while everybody is squirming (craving for) for love
i have kept my the purest attitude
while you are mistakening by trying again and again
the flowers which i desiccated have become history
desparete,there is an oven inside me
who knows,which day it will go out
u will cry by calling 'my love my love'
you will hit ur head to stones(it is an idiom which is used to refer 'regretfulness')
you will understand that there is noone who hears ur voice
u went now the turn is mine
i went now the turn is urs
Aşkım aşkım diye ağlayacaksın
Başını yastıklara boş koyacaksın
Sesini duyan yokki anlayacaksın
Sen gittin şimdi sıra bende
Ben gittim şimdi sıra sende
Kuruttuğum çiçekler tarih oldu
Derbeder içimde bir ocak var
Kim bilir ne gün söner
Nakarat