Yağmur [English translation]

Mist arrived to the mountains

My eyes filled with tears;

The rivers cry for me

I miss my love

It's raining, it's raining,

The creeks flow;

To the green eyes/ to the lovely eyes

Who is looking now?

Wanderers go to the pastures

The paths are looking for you;

Not even the passing years

could mend the wound in my heart

The seasons just passed by

Branches of your tree grow;

Which wind is touching

your wavy hair now?...

Still the blacksea doesn't rest,

Waves are deprived of you;

Which lies took

the innocent laughters?...

My eyes are wounded

looking into the far...

Love-traps

distract my heart...