I love, I don't love...
I don't know how many leaves there are.
I ripped you off,
now I'm collecting myself back up.
Is there someone else in your life?
Does she resemble me?
No matter what you do, she won't be me.
Her pieces won't fit you.
Why bother exhausting myself for this?
Why bother breaking my own heart for this?
You have no substitude,
bad cat Şerafettin.
Tell me how your heart allowed you to take me down?
I used to be both your life and your breath.
I can't find myself.
I can't rewind.
I find you right every night
in dreams.
Why bother exhausting myself for this?
Why bother breaking my own heart for this?
You have no substitude.