Bir Pazar Kahvaltısı [English translation]

I examine my favorite state of yours, as I watch you sleeping..

Your hair is scattered, the pillow's print is on your face.

Just like a Sunday's breakfast.

In the middle of your tiny tricks, and your huge wars,

Our love was limited by a certain amount.

Just like a night sleep on Sunday..

Whatever I do, it doesn't return,

it doesn't return like the old times.

Nobody, makes me laugh, or even cry,

as you do..

Whatever I do, it doesn't return,

it doesn't return like the old times

Nobody, makes me laugh, or even cry,

as you do..

[EMRE AYDIN & MODEL]

We both are recognizing, that our love must end here.

If so, then why are we both still crying..?

Whatever I do, it doesn't return,

it doesn't return like the old times

Nobody, makes me laugh, or even cry,

as you do..

• Artist:Model