Durum Leyla [English translation]

Right in front of me, on the table, is your delusion

These glass pots, filled with desires

Rise towards those memories

Even if you get quiet, even of you break the pen

The miracle awaits you

(This heart) Can't give up on you, ever

Don't even ask about (my) condition, Leyla!

Those voices aren't real

That show up from nowhere all of a sudden

No, No ... Never gonna happen (without you)

Leyla