Let the sun go down tonight
In this deserted island
If I throw myself [into the sea]
They'd pull [my body out of water] from Galata
I ripped down my heart
Let it drown in the wave
I'm expecting my end
In the midst of Geraniums
This city lash against its own shores
In the autumn, in the storm
This wound is plainly bleeding
Burning with a spark
A cigaratte away
My heart is in a trap of captured bird
And memories themselves are burning
In this very long summer heat
Let the sun go down tonight
In this deserted island
If I throw myself [into the sea]
They'd pull [my body out of water] from Galata
I ripped down my heart
Let it drown in the wave
I'm expecting my end
In the midst of Geraniums
Spinned around every corner [of the island]
Looked to the sea from Kalpazankaya
I still write poems for you
I put them into a bottle and release them into the water.