Selvi Boylum Al Yazmalım [English translation]

I holded his hand

It was so warm

Felt like his heart was in his hands

Take me

Oh, crazy boy

May they let my beloved pass

These mountains and rocks

The windy meadows

Spreading rains

My red scarf on my head

My heart is somewhere else

Love is friendship in heart*

What was love

Love was labour

A flying leaf

An empty swing

Other than you

I have noone

I get into trouble

A wound inside of me

I come after him

Turn around and look at me

If you're not here, Asya is empty

I come after him

Turn around and look at me

If you're not here, Asya is not here

He painted his truck

His fioncee was red

Take me

Oh, istanbul boy

Let my mother hear

The mountains will hide us

These meadows are made of rocks

The spreading rains, hey

My red scarf on my head

My heart is somewhere else

Love is friendship in heart

What was love

Love was labour

A flying leaf

An empty swing

Other than you

I have noone

I get into trouble

A wound inside of me

I come after him

Turn around and look at me

If you're not here, Asya is empty

I come after him

Turn around and look at me

If you're not here, Asya is not here

If you're not here, Asya is not here