I brand my wound as if it bleeds.
It burns, my heart… I still hide it.
They don’t influence me, your words… Only to me they don’t, only to me your power won’t afford.
I leap at to death just as running.
It sweeps over, still I get up.
It doesn’t afford, your power… Only to me it does not.
They don’t influence me, your words… It does not afford me, your power…
Don’t look such sorrowfully, nobody sees, nobody.
He tells in his heart, but nobody hears, nobody.
I didn’t look behind as if leaving hurriedly.
My tear flows across my inside.
It doesn’t afford, your power… Only to me it does not.
They don’t influence me, your words… It does not afford me, your power…
Don’t look such sorrowfully, nobody sees, nobody.
It tells in its heart, but nobody hears, nobody.
Duman – Öyle Dertli
Translated by Furkan Ozdemir
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