bıktım yoruldum hüzünden.
azıcık sana ihtiyacım var...
gözün değsin kuyumuma,
huzurla uyanasım var...
sen sevgili,
bunu bilesim var...
she comes back to tell me she's gone
as if i didn't know that
as if i didn't know my own bed
as if i'd never noticed
the way she brushed her hair from her forehead
and she said losing love
is like a window in your heart
everybody sees you're blown apart
everybody sees the wind blow