Yüreğim [English translation]

how many times i kept my silence, (for the ones) that whom produce autumn from love

(for the ones) that asking me the questions, sorrows which i werent able to arrive yet

i ascribed a thousand sorrows on apparent walls

i werent able to cry to the ones that think love is a game

i made it live in the memory of your name

to the ones that exclaim in lies without feeling

i werent able to see the obstacle in the last looks

now the winds surrounded with your scent are also gone

my heart burned consciously

it burn out with burning

i know my end is with you

i werent able to forget you.