Sıyrılıp Gelen [English translation]

A pale moon strays

Over the city, every night.

Every night, a wise wanderer

Walks his way with his attitude.

Autumn bite,

Everything is covered with the silence.

And like a shredded veil,

The time is scattered.

Listen now, the voice of the waters,

The whispers of the forest.

The breast of the mountains bursts

To let a love rest.

And while your eyes, on far banks,

Seeking something,

The heart waits calmly and steadily.

The heart that gets whet while waiting.

It's obvious that from over mountains, seas

And lakes,

The dawn is en route, wriggles out.

Obviously it's close.

Obviously it's close, the hour

Which will shake the nature and the life.