Kül hece [English translation]

Your eyes resembles to merry child voices

It opens

Your eyes are the laterns of my sail

The leaf of my heart only trembles

for you willingly

My hands only sweat for you

Now let those angels sorrow over you

Keep the big and little clockhands

Even the most bitter wells inside me

Are tasty now

Sleeps are fairy tales, sleeps are bright yellow

Now is the most beautiful time of your autumn face

On the nights is a silver moon, on the songs is mey*

Oh your skin talks with mine, it wakes up

Sleeps are magic, sleeps are riddles

Now the rose is an ashed syllable for the thorn

The moon captured nights are embers in the heart

oh what does it help, the day is frosty

my skin chills your name