Boş Masa [English translation]

There is no tomorrow, give up

Those coming later will clean up the table

or maybe the rain will clear it up, give up

give up this love

Every tale may end suddenly

Just when you have gotten used to it, give up

Oh no, don't give up my heart! This is a dagger wound

This is like the centuries-old dreg, like the scent of the rain

Like blood, like it is on the verge of bleeding

Don't give up my heart! this is a love song

Like bursting into tears while laughing, like understanding the one who leaves

Like an ember, like it is burning

The night's table is empty

Our left overs, a half-empty glass

the wine of loneliness, drink it and give up

The night's table is empty, the night's table is empty

The out cast of the morning, the voice of loneliness

Look what i have been taught