Kalbime Azap [English translation]

when my blind darkness opens up

and the thorns in the slums giggle

a secret slips, crying, from your lips

life stops and the universe grows between us

I’m left staring at your blonde hair, I leave

I can’t know your pain, but I still love you, I love you

I’m a poor traveller across your desert, pain in my heart

I sleep as I curse my inn-keeper, I curse

love becomes the nightingale,

but this, this is not that rose

which eye, so far, has seen the right without a struggle

the day dawns, however dark it may be

how can I become we if I don’t seek myself

this is love, the wise know, if you dare to seek it

I’m left staring at your blonde hair, I leave

I have no idea of the pain it will cause, and I love, I love

I’m a poor traveller across your desert, pain in my heart

I sleep as I curse my inn-keeper, I curse

love becomes the nightingale,

but this, this is not that rose