Ceylan [English translation]

Neither loneliness, nor sorrow, those old songs

None of them upset me as much as your absence

Night, rain and cold on the streets of the city

Your image is in my eyes, your longing is in my heart

I'm tired out in foreign land hey gazelle

Longing exhausted, I came to an end hey gazelle

I set out for you again

I came, I reached your hands

I'm a lost, oversensitive child

Don't leave me