Don’t be silent; say something, help me a little.
I can’t overcome this love on my own.
Don’t be silent; now that you are silent, I feel lonely
I understand now that this is a dream
I understand now that this is the last farewell.
I am drawing your picture in my dreams every night, your every way
I am on exile to your idea and longing for your voice
And when I wake up in the morning, you are erased and going away all alone.
You were never mine anyways.
But, one asks oneself
“Where am I in this sad story?”
Just don’t be silent; say something, help me a little.
I can’t overcome this love on my own.
Don’t be silent; now that you are silent, I feel lonely
I understand now that this is a dream
I understand now that this is the last farewell.
Even though I may be heartbroken, I don’t have the right to curse
I was an uninvited guest with my love anyways
I am neither the shadow of a dervish nor a love slave
I am just an unplanned garden
But, one asks oneself
“Where am I in this sad story?”
Just don’t be silent.
Don’t be silent; say something, help me a little.
I can’t overcome this love on my own.
Don’t be silent; now that you are silent, I feel lonely
I understand now that this is a dream
I understand now that this is the last farewell.
Don’t be silent!