Eski Günlerimiz [English translation]

A room, clock sound inside

Life's claw on my back

And a hand that takes me back to the past

Our old days are silent

And beautiful

A room, clock sound inside

Life's claw on my back

And a hand that takes me back to the past

Our old days are silent

And beautiful

The losses I have found are your everyday place

Here's the console, the mirror, your corner cushion

Cover your prayer rug, rosary, prayer

As if nothing changed yesterday

Again, hydrangeas under glass

Outside, the silence of summer evening

Again, hydrangeas under glass

Outside, the tranquility of the summer evening

Of our garden ...

• Artist:Ezginin Günlüğü