Limon Çiçekleri [English translation]

Far, very far, at South

There's a city where summers are hot and loving

And winters are cold without you

This city and me are freezing

Saying: come, please

Bring your climate, your rich harvest

Shroud us

If your jingling skirt will fly again

If you'll give me a long look

If I'll drink lemon honey from your lips, kissing you

If I'll take a sin upon myself, take you to my arms

If you'll be my poison and my lemon flowers

I've never seen such a show-off

God, hear me, let my voice be heard

She doesn't understand my loneliness

God, rescue me

God, hear me, let my voice be heard

She doesn't understand my loneliness

God, give me your hand

In a deserted, secluded, remote place

In an empty riverbed

If I'll ask for you in a prayer

For you to become the bugs, twining plant on my grave

If I'll say "Amen" and thank god

If I'll take roots in your ground

If my life witll find its end with you

God, hear me, let my voice be heard