I am the tree of life, bereft of birds
My leaves are rusted copper
The death I once seduced
Has been on my trail since the day I was born
It won’t let me be
Let me bury my face
In the river of morning
My feet catch on the mountains
If I fall face-down
A filthy history will swallow me
But my ashes won’t let go
Won’t let me die a beautiful death
English Translation by Mesut Şenol