Lütufsuz Yaz [English translation]

Scattered on the sands

Disgraceful Summer

I turned my face over your coming

I never smile, I'm not becoming happy

Fish dried in the Fisher's web

Uneasy Summer

Peevish birds inside

They don't be quite

They won't be quite

I miss

It's not clear whom or what

I wait

It's not clear whom or what

A boat in front of my very eyes

As it rumbles it digs me up inside

A summer more before I die

I need to cut the rope of mine right here

Face of soil is wrinkled

Unrestful summer

As it dries the sweat of my soul

I can't enjoy, I never smile

I miss

It's not clear whom or what

I wait

It's not clear whom or what