Gelsen de anlatsam [English translation]

My left side burned out, it's not burning anymore

The city is as dark as pitch from the love that I'm fond of

Everyone disappeared, neither the name nor an address

Now, I have a poor yearning on my hands which remained from you

However I had the greens on my cool boughs

Climate was always spring, sometimes it was rainy too

All these things were just like months, years ago

Wish you would come and I would tell you

It was like that, it was like this...

Which hell are you making hell now?

Which arid lands are you planting roses?

Please come back whoever with you and wherever you are

You are longed so much in this place which you left before

• Artist:Gökhan Tepe