Aşkım Aşkım [English translation]

I gathered flowers from heaven for you

While everybody is writhing about love

I kept my purest form for you

While you're trying, trying and wrong

Flowers that I have dried

History has become traumatic

I have a hearth inside

Who knows what day it goes out

You will cry my love, my love

You will hit your head on stones every day

Nobody hears your voice so you will cry

You're gone now it's my turn

I'm gone now it's your turn

Flowers that I have dried

History has become traumatic

I have a hearth inside

Who knows what day it goes out