Sıla - Yara Bende (English translation)
I have a wound
Who knows who we are?
What are the things we keep quite and go away?
What is the thing keeping us without thinking
Making us sleepless
Talking without words, greeting without touching
What is all that about us?
Cutting with lancet
Then, wrapping coz it's cured
I have a wound which is still bleeding
How many nights we turn back to each others
All things are right there except us
Are you or am i braver for breaking up?