İnce Buz Üstünde Yürüyorum [English translation]

There's still something in me,

it kind of looks like hope.

It tells me, 'don't forget', I'm remaining silent.

There, somewhere far away,

a voice that is weakened now tells me not to give up.

I'm hearing it.

In a dream, heavily and silently,

I'm walking on a thin ice.

With walls in front of me, with blindfolds on my eyes,

I'm walking through fire.

How many times will life hit and break me...

How many times will it destroy and push me around...

How many times will my heart beat and how many times will it stop more?

How many times will it believe in someone and how many times will it forget