Boşver [English translation]

Sometimes it doesn't happen, we know

Mind is locked like secret

Words keep quiet

Like a candle which is with short wick

Is it something to say "there is nothing"

There are many, we know very well

All of our life is

Just like dry milk

Without asking, breaking yourself

Let, it stays messy, never mind

I folded all faults

I put them to the best seeing shelve

Not to forget is ultimate pain killer, I understood