Tutuşmuş Beraber [English translation]

Smell the rose you already know again

My day is already very clear

You were both my mother and father

Don't chip like that, the ointment was in your hand

It didn't come from my hand...

Believe that it did not spill from my mouth

If I didn't shut up it's because I know

From what I love, from what I see...

We held our hands together in eternal fire

If I'm going It's from loving

From burning, from dying...

It didn't come from my hand

If I see a lot of cures

Twisting your neck, you went contently

It slid from my foot and left

My land was yours, even my earthquake