Söylese O Ben Söyleyemem [English translation]

boughes are got frost.

my soul grieves slightly.

rose writes you.

nightengale takes a skein but endures.

ıf your hands' fire touch once, ıt wil paint my colour a thousand loves.

a spring evening is gloom for me and

your eyes are sunset too.

ı burn.

the embers which inside hurls your ashes

ıf day burns out (ayyy)

ı can't burn out

seal is on tongue

the say which inside me is spread the roads.

ıf she says, ı can't say

that ı love her

• Artist:Mabel Matiz