To şiya [English translation]

When it became summer, you left, I stayed

There are forty fountains of blood in the eye, I cried

When it became summer, you left, I stayed

There are forty fountains of blood in the eye, I cried

I sing songs, like a cuckoo, I sing

The stars are speaking to me, telling me about you

I sing songs, like a cuckoo, I sing

The stars are speaking to me, telling me about you

Other than you, who am I going to tell my problems to

I am languished, who should I tell my problems too

Other than you, who am I going to tell my problems to

I am languished, who should I tell my problems too

The sun is shining, at twillight, behind this mountain

I remember your face, the world is becoming dark for me

I'm wandering through this mountain, I threw myself at the wind

The birds are testifying, I'll tell my songs to you

Other than you, who am I going to tell my problems to

I am languished, who should I tell my problems too

Other than you, who am I going to tell my problems to

I am languished, who should I tell my problems too