Boş Yapma [English translation]

It took you a while to call back.

What happened, did life upset you as well?

Everybody turned to where they went

It is the 14th of the month known.

Neither flower nor cake I want

I am mad about you after all.

You will go at the first opportunity

It won't run any way, so, cut the crap

Cut the crap

Cut the crap

To dreams again

I will dive and dive and dive and go

I miss you so much

I will write, write, write, write and erase

Now good now bad

I'll give up on myself

I am alone without you

I'll be so relieved