Kaybedenler [English translation]

Isn't it so sad, my love, our story ?

Regret, it is not much different from the others.

We didn't resist, we didn't confess,

We were from those who lost their values...

At least later could you be happy a little bit ?

Gropingly though, did you find a way out somehow ?

Have you ever said no, did you ask any question?

I am not glad with the news from you...

If you ask of me; like crimes without witness,

Like birds with henna-colored broken wings,

Like long winters with never coming springs,

I keep thinking in the realm of forgottens...