Korkarim [English translation]

"Nobody knows about my youth.

The scent of a kid in my beard.

The moonlight bursts out of my mouth.

Ever since I hung my coat on the rain,

I've been reading dangerous poetry

and picking at the world."

My autumn is at odds with the spring,

My face, with the rain,

My sorrow, with the mountains.

My eye is at odds with mornings,

My life, with the earth

My sorrow, with the mountains

My reason is darker than the night.

My sorrow is more of a refugee than the night.

I'm afraid my heart won't turn back.

I'm afraid, darling. I'm afraid.

They'll ask about me.

They'll find me.

They'll tire me out, love.

They'll hold me.

They'll burn me.

They'll show me no mercy, love.

My dark reason is questioned.

My refugee sorrow is shot.

I'm afraid my heart won't turn back.

I'm afraid, darling. I'm afraid.