Sabır [English translation]

I drew letters on paper sheets

I cut off the tails of the sentences

Photographs are chatty, shut up some time

Shut up so that we can rest a bit

There exists something like patience

Remember remember what happened

Look, how shiny shiny the stars are

God's switched on lights

The traveller on his way, the lasting one tired

Just the pistol crew we didn't bury

With God's help we're not dead yet

The traveller on his way, the lasting one tired

May grief rest inside

And a drink for the one who leaves, come on

Big shots they are, your words

Like blood on white snow, they splashed

Fall is the shortcut for grief

Say autumn so we can steep longer