Yadigar [English translation]

neither trouble nor sorrow

its frame is its four walls

you, in the middle

I have got a pain of separation

I drink myself from the glass

I burn myself from my cigarette

brownout in flames

I become a fire at midnight

clocks ring for themselves

my haste waits by itself

Where can I go?

To whom closes my window?

lamps go off to themselves

Sleeps sleep themselves

My eyes remained to morning

though I am not alone

you exist

your longing exists

what is left from us to us

damned pains

you exist

your absence exists

what is left from us to us

damned pains