Acının İlacı [English translation]

I wanted, always wanted,

These feelings are cormorant,

Stone heart founder in deep,

It doesn't make sound, all alone.

In the nightfall, we all are young,

The night comes, the vessel goes down.

Meals in the beerhouses,

With dried, rotten fruits.

Tea and soup bomb to your love,

The kings spit out at our way in front of us.

Catch and leave the edge of the rope,

Longing to be cleared up.

Neither king's crown,

Nor short day's income.

a weird one's mortar,

the medicine of pain, the medicine of pain.

Who is who's, your mad eyes,

Does this season have an ending?

Poisoned soils, your heart is impressed a seal.

There is a pinch of life, there is no more tomorrow,

Winds at the beginning of the weird one, moments burning from us.

I'm consenting to my destiny, to my sorrow. Hear your heart, say your request.

Let's have a garden, swallow our tongue.

The one who knows, of course disentangles one day.

Neither king's crown,

Nor short day's income.

a weird one's mortar,

the medicine of pain, the medicine of pain.

Neither king's crown,

Nor short day's income.

a weird one's mortar,

the medicine of pain, the medicine of pain.