Sorma neden [English translation]

I have my pen in my hand again

I am writing you to pages

Years years

Memories became a book

It is useless to hide

It is worse to tell

Don't ask why don't ask why

My last wish is in the deepest place

It is enough to die close to you in this condition

Don't ask why

Why are nights this much silent

Why are dreams this much far

Why do they say "Good people don't live long"

Take my life, take, let it be yours