Kağıt Evler [English translation]

Inside of the paper houses,

It's like igniting a fire

To warm up

Being with you is like that, being torn up into a million pieces...

The silence of that needle,

In a tailor's mouth,

Being without you is like this,

But why is it this way?

Ah, it can't be

Whatever I do, it can't be

On those icy paths,

One can't walk, one can't walk

And you, the most wrong woman,

Staying with you, willingly

It's like drawing your face on the surface of water,

It's like calling your name secretly

Inside of the paper houses,

Everything is burnt, even the dreams,

But you, the most wrong woman,

How come you hurt the most?

Ah, It can't be,

Whatever I do, it can't be

from those icy paths,

One can't return, one can't return