Mızrak [English translation]

I don't know why I keep them,

Your pictures that are smiling at me.

The love that I cannot throw away,

Is desolately evidenced by them.

You'll eventually run into my way,

It's a small world after all.

That white rose is still by my side,

Companying me in your absence.

On top, that blue shirt of yours,

Filling the space left for your eyes.

Keeps on hitting me on my back every night,

My scars are my longing for you.

Before you ask for a blessing,

No soil will accept you.