Amanet [English translation]

An early Saturday morning

Yet to me it is still the night

My own body feels foreign to me

This is not my dawn

Not because it must be done

That silhouette is not of you and me

Another man is playing my role

She is listening to our song with him

While within me my soul is rotting

An empty bed and a burden on my heart

May I disappear for nine nights

May I lose my strength and my mind

Leave that as my legacy

May no woman ever want me again

May snows never glitter white in their presence

May I never see the clear blue sky in my head

That will be my legacy

An early Saturday morning

Yet the moon remains in the palm of my hand

It saw who was with whom that night

Oh moon, where is my star now?