Çıkmaz Sokaklar [English translation]

People confront their fears sooner or later

A haste winds around the heart

People confront the facts sooner or later

Such as me

I was neither afraid of dark rooms

Nor witches in tales

As I was afraid of being without you

I have seen many dead ends

I have travelled many places

But I was never lost as I've gotten lost in you

Believe me I was never get lost as I've gotten lost in you

Close your eyes little by little

Give me your hands gently

I'd hold them and I'd hear you again

Close your eyes little by little

Give me your hands gently

I'd hold them and I'd hear you again

I'd know the value of your love