Bitmeyen Öyküm [English translation]

you know, missing someone is worse than dying

pass over your pride, just come back

pains will all come out in the wash

nights got dark like my heart

being without you is worse than dying

our endless story ends

these wounded days pass

come, this expletive is on the tip of my tounge

hold me in your arms tonight

be a remedy to my troubles

wish you were here and come to me

love me again and again

ask about me

come to me, lets go away from this city

lets grow old together

blame is not on you, its on me

heart gets used to pain

standing up to my heart

that torture dont fit in

• Artist:Eli Türkoğlu