(AZ ÖNCE)
Into the void, I release my word
Without voids, nobody could reach
If we did, it is oursleves
That we met
For what is close to his bossom
Human yearnsA man is what is just before a woman
Into the void, I release my word
The air swallows it
Birds fly above and below
Sneaks sense
Scorpions heed
Wolves wit
Human is what is just before everything
Birds fly above and below
Sneaks sense
Scorpions heed
Wolves wit
Human is what is just before everything
Without voids, nobody could reach
If we did, it is oursleves
That we met
For what is close to his bossom
Human yearnsA man is what is just before a woman
Soul, too, has its place by window
Robust ones open
Robust ones open
The weary draw the curtains
Close or away, makes no difference
Every way is what is just before death
Close or away, makes no difference
Every way is what is just before death
(Çeviri: Cüneyt Fatih Yaylacı, 4.12.2012)
