Ne Ala [English translation]

I gazed at those roads for a long time

What kind of roads they are for they don't bring you to me

I couldn't understand what time we were living in

Why they haven't come back already; those who left

Like a dove at the glass window

I was exhausted because of waiting; couldn't fly away

Of course there are people who say'd 'we understand'

Then come and try to understand what I'm going through, if it's that easy

Okay, so you left but is there any chance, you'd come back?

Today I'm not sure about myself

It still hurts the same as the day you left

I'm done wiping my tears

The rains in this city are because of me, How Nice!

Today I'm not sure about myself

It still hurts the same as the day you left

How have you hidden yourself inside my heart

That I can't find you myself, How Nice!