Helal Olsun

Nights are poison,

Nights are dark.

I feel like to fly but my wing is wounded.

Wounds are deep as years are.

Go back.

Morning has come, has risen;

I’m fully covered with snow.

I’m not full of being gone crazy.

Well done, horsefeathers to you (or, let the love happen).

Tears are in my eyes;

I didn’t stop, there is no turn to back.

Nights are mine, nights are to me.

Forget me.

Duman – Helal Olsun

Translated by Furkan