Mozda [English translation]

The roads are getting worn-out

I've reached the end of the road

this is as far as I can go

I'm closer and closer to trouble

further and further from my heart

my root won't take in the desert

And I'm still stealing God's days

looking for cure for my wounds

To, to forgive my self

Chorus

Maybe if I hadn't been stealing the smile of your face

maybe now I wouldn't have been living like a wanderer

Maybe my days wouldn't pass in silence

maybe if I called her

and told her I'm sorry

My heart is full of arrows from her eye

I'm still persistently cherishing their memory

may they remind me of the days from the old book

when I hurt her for the last time

And I'm still stealing God's days

I want to but I can't

forgive myself