Yazdan Kalma [English translation]

Looking at the frozen clock

Won't extinguish the memories

Walking on these roads is too difficult

As if there is no end

Words are my silver chains

The rain is my warm tears

When the darkness falls on the city

My loneliness ends all of a sudden

Behind the closed doors

A blue light penetrates

You cannot see my soul

You would say it's him with a bleeding heart

Like a rakı from the summer

It left a taste

Seemingly her hors d'oeuvre is money

Lived in this wretched city