İncir [English translation]

Is this dusty breeze what burns my mouth?

Or else, did the words, I'd pronounced, affect me?

When an insinious fog collapses on the beach in the night

One by one, the hopes, jump off the cliff

It's hard to believe what you've done

When we were in a rush.

Can you believe, without you, I can't even swallow

either a bread, or a drop of water

You could have, at least, stayed till the figs grow up

You could have, at least, fulfilled one promise among the others

While you were taking me unawarely like that

You could have, at least, put my heart in your luggage.

• Artist:İlyas Yalçıntaş