Yazamadim [English translation]

Of the springs that pass by in the distance,

Of the autumns that sell sorrow,

Of those who condemn the young,

I couldn't write, I couldn't write

Of the broken down hopes,

Of the ill-advised passions,

Of those childish fears,

I couldn't write, I couldn't write

Of the faded, silent photos,

Of the seas, the comrades of the sky,

Of those who have their eyes on my life,

I couldn't write, I couldn't write

Of the nights that don't make a sound,

Of the pains that are hard to define,

Of the one-man aches,

I couldn't write, I couldn't write

Of the rooms orphaned by the day,

Of pacing in military steps,

Of untimely inquisitions,

I couldn't write, I couldn't write

Of the withering memories,

Of the slaughtered emotions,

Of the loves left in half,

I couldn't write, I couldn't write