Yazamadim [English translation]
Yazamadim [English translation]
Of the springs that pass by in the distance,
Of the autumns that sell sorrow,
Of those who condemn the young,
I couldn't write, I couldn't write
Of the broken down hopes,
Of the ill-advised passions,
Of those childish fears,
I couldn't write, I couldn't write
Of the faded, silent photos,
Of the seas, the comrades of the sky,
Of those who have their eyes on my life,
I couldn't write, I couldn't write
Of the nights that don't make a sound,
Of the pains that are hard to define,
Of the one-man aches,
I couldn't write, I couldn't write
Of the rooms orphaned by the day,
Of pacing in military steps,
Of untimely inquisitions,
I couldn't write, I couldn't write
Of the withering memories,
Of the slaughtered emotions,
Of the loves left in half,
I couldn't write, I couldn't write
- Artist:Ahmet Kaya