Bu Matem Dolu Cennet [English translation]

Oh, I am not scared of death

If your scent will be on me

Oh, the Last Judgment is a wedding

If God's voice sounds like yours

Shoot now, don't stop

Prepare a grave for me

Death is pure, death is sweet

If your beautiful hands will touch

Kill me

Let it end if it is meant to

This heaven filled with lament

Is a handcuff

My soul is bleeding

My heart is dissolving

Shout!

Only say something

This silent fester is a torture

It slowly leaks

Into my blood.

Fill my last breath

Into your mouth.

And then...

Kill me, let my soul become free in your arms

Let this lament end as the heaven becomes my warmth

Kill me, let my soul become free in your arms (shoot now, don't stop)

Let this lament end as the heaven becomes my warmth (prepare a grave for me)

Death is pure, death is sweet

If your beautiful hands will touch

Kill me

Let it end if it is meant to

This heaven filled with lament

Is a handcuff

My soul is bleeding

My heart is dissolving

Shout!

Only say something

This silent fester is a torture

It slowly leaks

Into my blood.

• Artist:Model
• Album:Perili Sirk (2009)