Kuğunun Ağıtı [English translation]

My mother used to tell a fairy tale

About a swan, a wounded soul.

He hasn't uttered a sound while living,

Just sang one song dying.

Like that swan I'm breaking the calmness

Here I’m saying good-bye with my hoarse voice

I'm going

My age is in my eyes, my love is in my heart

Now I'm going

My battle is not over, I start again by erasing everything

When I was a kid, I sang songs

They turned into mourning when I grew up.

Dead soil is in my pocket of the past

My memories are making feast in my mind