Beş dakika bekle git [English translation]

You wait at "Istinye"(a seaside place in Istanbul), I am here

It is my loneliness which barking inside me like a dog

Because I'm right here, in the dark

Maybe I won't come,maybe I can't come, wait five minutes then go

Because I cut my hand, I can't stand of blood

My wine is completely sour, my water is cold

I love you much more when you're not here with me

Maybe I won't come,maybe I can't come, wait five minutes then go

Can you cry without your face get wet?

Have you ever make a phone call when it's after midnight?

Have dark men ask your identity?

I'm looking for your absence

Maybe I won't come,maybe I can't come, wait five minutes then go

Whatever I have, they all scare you

Whatever you have, they not mine at all

Maybe I'm using my right of dying

Maybe I won't come,maybe I can't come, wait five minutes then go

• Artist:Yaşar