Gurur Çiçekleri [English translation]

Even if a storm blows out between two lips

Desperately, we will sprawl on rocks

We knotted years for the sake of a word

We're broken, we swear off to love

When spring wraps me like a skin

When summer touches my secrets

Moans of love hide in autumn

Are we bough, are we flowers

If only you hold my hair in your hands one night

If only you scrub my wrists with your breath

We left pride flowers

to a firefly ritual

If there is not a drop of tear in a love

I don't know who and why invented the wine

If it is the rebellion which put flames on my lips

Ah, we're at a crossroad, I can't come with you

When spring wraps me like a skin

When summer touches my secrets

Love moans hide in autumn

Are we bough, are we flowers

If only you hold my hair in your hands one night

If only you scrub my wrists with your breath

We left pride flowers

to a firefly ritual