Hicran [English translation]

My heart sorrows now

neither anyone loves nor is loved.

if I could have a bunch of feelings,

her eyes would be lies, loss to me

I undressed and came from breast of the gulf.

my mom cries and her prays comes after .

the woman of "Seven hills" city (Istanbul),

neither I dress spring nor summer out of you.

how big mountains kneel in front of me.

my breathing!

I give up on you.

give up on me!

how big mountains kneel in front of me.

my foreing land!

I give up on you.

give up on me!

you make me sad ,upset me!

God above the sky,

and see my condition.

you demolish me !

sell (blame) me by a trouble!

storms in my head,

will they listen to you?

• Artist:Ümit Sayın