Kişisel Bir Şey [English translation]

this is not a personal thing;

living around here is hard.

when you ask your heart, "who was the one making this wound"

if you want the truth,

I forgot what I was gonna say.

I find it strange when the friends

get lost without a trace.

I know they won't come back but (anyway)

they were most beautiful days of my life.

sometimes a whispering comes out

when I try to scream.

isn't there even a single hope

when people live with past.

believe it, even if it's a lie.

sometimes a dream is enough,

I can convince myself.

if both of us see it together.