i started with you, it shall end with you..
and day by day, i think about you
you are my everything her darling.

i made the winds memorise my folk songs
i always write folk songs to the distant places

you are my homeland, you are my love, you are my stone of patience
my pencil doesn't write another name than yours
on this file no name else is read
the one i sacrifice for his fire and divine light
the loving one never complains from his love

i am a senior soldier at the company of love
i have no place to go if i am discharged
ı carry no guns apart from my heart
ı cancelled all the adresses
i have no more real loves apart from you
you are my real love, hey darling

i am not in love for role play
don't ask what has this poor got to do with you

my love shows me, my voice is hidden in me
if my name is absolved, it is absolved with you

if you wish i keep on changing addresses
i find you even my eyes tied
I, knew Fizan, Yemen at folk songs
if i understand that my voice has touched yours
ı burn all the ships and come

this is an undertaking, try me
carry me on the craziest winds, cloudly
if i make a mistake somewhere forget my name
ı fire the last bullet on me and come

i am not a bag of flesh and blood
what i write is not a damage report
this is a love letter, hey darling
before the red doomsday

and there is no need to look further in order to see
your name is beautiful in every language

the arenas are shaken when you appear
as long as there are eyes to see (willing people to see)

after all no long words are needed
the tongue should be ashamed and become silent while remembering you
hey my doctor, my one who has the crown
this is solstice, i am waiting for you