Yine mi Yol [English translation]

There is someone watering dry flowers

Still...

Still...

Searching for foot prints in washed streets

Still...

Still...

Burned photos in frames

Still...

Still...

Writing black letters on black papers

Still...

Still...

If I say I believed, if I say I was wrong...

If I say I have fallen, if I say I got up...

If I say I'm broken, into smithereens

If I say my heart...

My heart...

The way again...

The end again...

To my tired heart, full of breaks and holes

The way again...

The end again...

My lost, exhausted, ripped, stitched, wounded heart...

How is everyone alone

Broken and skeptical

Darkness in front of me

Always the way, the way again...

At the end of a movie

In a wrong game

In a blind alley

Always the way, the way again...

No one hears my voice

No one can save me

At the bottom of a cliff

The way again, the way again...

No one knows I'm lost

I can't reach out

Of the pit I fell in

The way again...

The way again...