Çıkmaz Sokaklar [English translation]

People face with their fears sooner or later

First a rush fills the heart

People face with their fears sooner or later

Like me

I was neither afraid of dark rooms

Nor witches in tales;

Not like i was afraid of being without you

I have seen dead ends

I have travelled many places

But i was never lost like i am in you

Believe me i was never lost like i am in you

Little by little close your eyes

Slowly give me your hands

I will hold them i will hear you once again

Little by little close your eyes

Slowly give me your hands

I will hold them i will hear you once again

I will know the value of this love