Hayat neden şekil yapıyor [English translation]

Why is the life posing now?

Your voice in its wind, your face in its clouds,

it's making me a candidate to the solitude of stars.

They say, the docs would cure it,

I know my wound, my wound knows you,

who is the doc to cure such a wound?

how can he/she do to cure it?

I've opened my arms, waiting for you to hug me,

I'm asking trying to understand,

is happiness forbidden to me?

I understood that my pain became my salvation,

alas, bad luck, alas.

I sometimes need your compassion.

alas, I'm scared to know you're happy now,

I need your painful memory.

Why is the life posing now?

It says "get along with you, get out of my way!"

Most of the time it's making me a candidate,

why is the life posing now?