(one of rose would have bloomed in the middle of winter)
(one of crazy wind would have written fate)
Kimbilir bu gönül böyle insafsız bu kadar acımasız bir aşkı bulacakmış
(who knows this heart will find a cruel love like this)
ah people's cook burns,but my hearth
neither my mother not my friend can distract me any more
this trouble hasnt got a prayer,there is nobody who hear)
l put your longing to my zenith like a death
cruel,God sees
ls life spent for one mistake?
sighs these sighs,know that! it comes with you where you go and walks into your heart