uçurtmalar [English translation]

The woman whose favorite color is purple

Her favorite word is 'rebel'

Her favorite game is hurting me

Her spite is a scar her childhood left

The woman who measures time with wounds

At odds with her past

She is a girl who turns to God at night

She is rebellious during the day

Like kites with their ropes coiled up

We could neither fly together without minding the world

Nor go away to our different roads

Scattered by the wind, unamenable

You and me

She stringed the hearts she broke on a rope

Still, she hurt herself the most.

She leaves bread crumbs behind

So that the birds would eat her footprints

Her favorite sound is voices of the children

But she has never wanted to be a mother herself

She has never taken root so she could walk away one day

Like kites with their ropes coiled up

We could neither fly together without minding the world

Nor go away to our different roads

Scattered by the wind, unamenable

You and me

Still finding each other somehow

Even though we were cheating on the ones we love

The woman to whom I made love through tears

Like kites with their ropes coiled up

We could neither fly together without minding the world

Nor go away to our different roads

Scattered by the wind, unamenable

You and me

The woman with whom I fell asleep many nights

Only to wake up alone each time