Misafir [English translation]

How i have a heart

Always chooses the hardest

I haven't ever written poem for rhyme

Someone searches peace in love

Someone loves war

I loved a guest so that it will be permanent,

We would drink coffee for sake forty years

What was your hurry, the guest?

I'm half dead since you've gone

The body is keeping the soul hardly anymore

Thanks for friends, they gave up your right

It hurts me, only you, i stayed

The guest...