I have let the sentences off, to let you being good again, with that the days don´t become shorter,
It is not a lie, I am also done, my heart is in pieces
I have promised, I will not cross your way
But it is hard to resist,
If it is five o´clock in the morning,
If you get tired and are in Istanbul
In Istanbul which burnt me
There is a quake in me again, alas!
I can't stand it any longer alas, alas!
My silence is falling from my eyes, again alas!
You don't know anything about it again, alas!