Kerem Gibi [English translation]

I've been walking for so many springs

Making winds my lovers

I pick roses not for profit

Their thorns fell off

I was left alone

Even though this trouble won't kill me, it will make me live in misery

I've burnt my youth

This mourning, my heart is having fun, it can't correct what's wrong

Even though it's not a solution

It was fooled many times

Deep well, blazing fire

His friend is also in ashes

It didn't get where he want, like Kerem

Sometimes it shows up, of course

Deep well, blazing fire

Sometimes its whereabouts are unknown