Tahta Masa [English translation]

I realized your love was a lie when you went

This lie burned my heart my darling

Our names were left in a wooden table

When I saw it, my tear dropped my darling

I would take to the deepest mourning

If there wouldn't be a stranger in your arm

That wooden table with broken leg

Was more loyal than you

That table looks for us longingly all the time

It's hidden thousands memories on it

I couldn't go without you, weeks passed

Our table was left empty now, my darling

I would take to the deepest mourning

If there wouldn't be a stranger in your arm

That wooden table which with broken leg

Was more loyal than you

• Artist:Ümit Besen