Gör Göreceksen [English translation]

Night, my loyal friend

This week

Let the morning have your place, please

Grandpa Moon who relieves the chains of my hear

Don't be stubborn, let the sun a chance to rise

Stand up to the sky, come on

Fate, you've also gone too far

There's a nostalgia for a smile on our faces

Smile, please

God, make that face smile, a face that you've made wither like a rose

And roses that flourish in our dimples

• Artist:Badem