Sır [Efsane kadın] [English translation]

There is woman

Still noble, still mystery

In a burned mansion

The springs on her skin

Her love is pitch-dark, cinder still burns as always

Splendid woman, who was your lover?

It was asked but you have never told about him

Splendid woman, who was your lover?

When asked; you kept silent, have never told about him

As if I wrote your name to your rosy lips

In the untimely years

Even if the flames are put out

Fire is fanned by handful of flown ashes

Splendid woman, who was your lover?

It was asked but you have never told about him

Splendid woman, who was your lover?

When asked; you kept silent, have never told about him

In a burned mansion...