Al Beni [Tut Elimden] [English translation]

Without you, I'm like a dried branch

Who would die for a drop of water

Without you, I'm like a raft

Taken away by waves, without roars, without helm

Listen, my love, my darling, my sweet

This one is maybe my last appeal to you

Hold, hold me with my arm, take me by your sides

Take me in your arms, with the pain

A voice which comes from very far

Like the news that I receive from you

The birds which return at the falling of the night

Like an answer which I give you

Listen, my love, my darling, my sweet

This one is maybe my last appeal to you

Hold, hold me with my arm, take me by your sides

Take me in your arms, with the pain