Ayna - Anlatmalıymış Meğer

Could somebody translate lyrics of this song in English? Thanx in advance.

Ayna - Anlatmalıymış Meğer

Dün Gece Seni Gördüm Yine
Bembeyaz Bir Yağmur İçinde
Bir Rüya Değil Sanki
Gülüyordun Gözlerime
Her Damla Bir Keder
Gözlerimde Yaş Oldun
Yetti Bundan Fazlası Ölüm
Gelme Artık Gecelerime
O Günlerden Bir Rüzgar Eser
Ümitlerin Seni Terkeder
Senden O Bakışlarını Gizler
Kapkaranlık Bir Keder
Hayatta Paylaşmaya Değer
Bildiğin Bir Sır Varsa Eğer
Haykırıp Dağlara Taşlara
Anlatmalıymış Meğer
Artık Çıkmıyorum İstikla'le
Sabah Fatma Hanım Uyandırıyor
Helva, Ekmek, Çay Bana Onlar Bakıyor
Odanın Hali Perişan Ben Perişan
Kimse Yok İşime Karışan
Ara Sıra Balkona Çıkıyorum
Fesleğenler Kuruduğunda Ocak'tı
Ben Baharı Bekliyorum
Ne Olduğunu Bilemedim
Bir Umudum Var Hala
Gözüm Şişelere Takılyor
Becerebilseydim Ne Ala
Bu Günlerde Böyleyim Ben, Yas Denen Şiirdeyim
Bir Köşede Gülüşün Var, Sırtımda Kanlı Bıçağın
Hiç Bir zaman Duyamayacağın
Duysanda Anlayamayacağın
Bir Çığlıkta Sana Birikiyorum

Ayna - Apparently She Should Have Told

I saw you last night again
Under a pure white rain
As if it wasn't a dream
You were looking into my eyes and smiling
Every single rain drop was a sorrow
And you became a tear drop on my eye
Enough, more of this means death to me
Don't come into my nights anymore
A wind blows from that days
Your hopes abandons you
Hides that glances from you
A completely dark sorrow
(A completely dark sorrow hides that glances from you )
Worth of share with the life
If you had a secret that only you know
(If you had a secret which worth of share with life)
With the way screaming against everything
Apparently she should have told
(Apparently she should have told that secret with a loud voice and without hiding anything)
I don't go Istiklal ( a popular avenue in Istanbul/Turkey) anymore
In the mornings Miss Fatma wakes me up
(She gave me) halvah, bread, tea, they take care of me
The room is miserable, I am miserable
There is nobody tampers me
Once in a while I look from balcony
When basils withered, it was January
I am waiting for spring
I couldn't know what was it
I still have a hope
My eyes are caught by bottles
It would be greath if I could make it
I am this person in these days, I am in that so called mourning poem
There is your smiling on one side, and a bloody knife of you on my back
In a scream that you would never hear
And if you would,still you wouldn't understand
That I'm collecting for you