Allah'a Emanet Ol [English translation]

I drank; first words from you,

First gazelles from your autumns,

First coffee from your eyes,

But I wasn't full.

If everything has end,

If every event will be forgotten,

Know this end,

My mind has been beyond.

Someone who teachs a word,

Would get sake of thousand years.

You have said I teached love,

Isn't there any sake for me?

Me to new loves,

You to farewells...

Feelings don't deplete,

Your longing, your pain is trouble.

You felt to somewhere,

To webs on destiny.

They say separation is bad,

God bless you!

• Artist:Merve Özbey
• Album:Yaş Hikayesi