Kağıt [English translation]

I am a piece of paper roaming on the street

From this car to that car

Without knowing what is written on me

From this letter to that letter

Maybe I am a branch of a tree

From this season to that season

Without knowing that you scattered me

From this heart to that heart

While dragging along with what you've written

I'm not in my right mind

I'm just a piece of paper

That hand is yours, you are always mine