She would flush and go hot all over
Her heart would be throbbing as my name mentioned
Her eyes would be looking like a shy antelope
Her eyes ringed with kohl, her eyes ringed with kohl
The excitement of the first touch still runs in my head
I gathered it now that I made a mistake
Thirty years later to find out that I am a child
I gathered now that I was a wrong child
Ah, do not let me tell, if only she would have not told
Let me tell, let me tell, if only she would have told
When she was saying no was meant yes, I now get it
If have found out but so many years passed, running over me
There sits an iron clamp of sorrow on my chest
That mace separating me from my existence
That pain, the master of everything
Solitude, the circle of fire…
Let me tell, do not let me tell, if only she would not have told
English Translation by Mesut Şenol