Yağmurun Elleri [English translation]

Your instant glimpse

Relaxes me easily

Just like the locked hands

Even though they held each other tight

You gradually make

The first rose of the summer bloom

With a mysterious and

Skilful touch

Nobody, even rain, has

Such little hands

The voice of your eyes is

More profound than all the roses

It's impossible to cope with

Your tense offense

There is aeon and death

In every breath...