Vertaling - Turks-Engels - Kar beyazdır ölüm...

Yearning comes at the breast of the night
Memories strike in my tears
Crazy clouds turn around my head
Sleepless nights are at my head
Even if the world is destroyed,
Even if there is hell to pay
Still, I will not give up,
Even though I die of my grief
Death is snow white,
When it comes from your hands, my rose
Because you are not here again,
I become hostile towards everyday
May the world stop,
May it never turn around without you
My God! May it never come through without you
Death is snow white,
When it comes from your hands, my rose
Because you are not here again,
I become hostile towards everyday