Ozlem [Özlem] [English translation]

I can bear anything,

Only if it weren't your absence.

I wouldn't reproach the night,

If your voice weren't here with me.

Look at your window.

There's a wounded swallow*.

Let it into your heart,

Flame-eyed sweetheart.

Whenever I think about you,

It rains; it smells soil.

Like a child, with hope,

The roses spring on my cheek.

Look at your window.

There's a wounded swallow.

Let it into your heart,

Flame-eyed sweetheart.

Don't stay in the nights,

Sing morning songs.

All the pains end one day,

Just wait for the first sunshine.

Look at your window.

There's a wounded swallow.

Let it into your heart,

Flame-eyed sweetheart.

• Artist:Grup Yorum