Nerelerdeydin [English translation]

I wonder if my pen is broken, if there is no paper left

I couldn't write the end of this love no matter what I do

What kind of separation is that? My heart is a thousand pieces

Come if you can tidy up if you have energy to

Where have you been for all this years?

You thought you were safe and sound

Unfortunately it's called "love"

according to the patience

My hand starts to write to you without me noticing

It says "Wisdom doesn't come with age"

It's whether fate or kismet - or whatever it is

It acts well