Nabız 180 [English translation]

A pain in my heart

Came. Why is not it?

A migraine in my heart

Why does not it stop anything?

How other people are happy

Or What a nice act.

I used to be like this

The one who saw me is crying.

A flutter is continuous

Pulse was a hundred and eighty

Gone, i am going, i guess

From the heart of cause

I'm dying. Understand

Do not hit more

Despite the conscience whine

Will you come back to me

• Artist:Derya Uluğ