Bi Yere de Yaz [English translation]

I mourned for love, I sorrowed and it's enough

I swear that your existence is worse than your non-existence

You've begged luck several times and even begged in front of doors

I think you understood just

We're over, good morning

Write somewhere, little not much

You'll see after hours

Darling, if you fell on your own, you mustn't cry

You should kiss the head which you cannot twist

Write somewhere, little not much

You'll see after hours

Darling, these are your good days, you

Will suffer more, from me