Vurkaç [English translation]

I am torn apart, I'll have to bring things together again one by one

I was illuded, It will all pass in time, for sure

Every leaving of yours is a stroke of a whip on my back

This hit and run is the rule of the game with you, is it?

We'll surely play the game and not shy away, no worries

The horrors have become mere play-things for us

Many springtimes had passed through our chests

The memories have all by now disappeared

Did I love you to be a beloved for myself

Or, to become fire then rain on me,

Or, to be left to strangers,

Into the arms of sorrows & troubles?