Kavaklar [English translation]

Oh poplars, oh poplars

My body is cold, my heart tingles

With a rough pair of scissors,

Oh, they have carved me out of an old photograph

Half of my cheek was left there

It completes itself with emptiness

Oh, a cut hand on my shoulder

Which still, still bleeds ceaselessly

Oh poplars, oh poplars

The pain haunts me

Oh poplars, oh poplars

They whistle behind my back