Ayrılık Şarkısı [English translation]

Leaving behind the sweet call (or call of rose)*

[and] this misty song at the moment of seperation,

Like rivers flowing quite long

I am leaving this city

Oh, like the dead.

If songs are now to shelter in a screech...

Like an endless fire...

It would be so easy to go away, if I didn't love...

Like a wounded bird...

This is the summer story of a brown boy,

I passed through [or away] from you with [my] songs

Keeping quiet for quite long time like lonely people,

I am imagining this city...

Oh, like a love.

If songs are now to shelter in a screech...

Like an endless fire...

It would be so easy to go away, if I didn't love...

Like a wounded bird...

I am imagining this city

Like a final love.