Tatlıyla Balla [English translation]

Like ice on plum, like salt on my wound

You are necessary

Your face like a Saturday, everyday like spiring

Hope is necessary

If that morning wind blow I need catch your heart

You must come and land on in the middle of the my soul

It's being when you're sick of

It's being when you want

It's being from her air

And what's more it's being all

I become words why You cut with sweet with honey

I become road why you come with red scurf

If I wait in here I'm not go down

I'm not go up but I become nothing

• Artist:Yalın
• Album:Bayıla Bayıla