Kuğunun Ağıtı (English translation)
My mother used to tell a fairy tale
About a swan, a wounded soul.
He hasn't uttered a sound while living,
Just sang one song dying.
Like that swan I'm breaking the calmness
Here I’m saying good-bye with my hoarse voice
My age is in my eyes, my love is in my heart
Now I'm going
My battle is not over, I start again by erasing everything
When I was a kid, I sang songs
They turned into mourning when I grew up.
Dead soil is in my pocket of the past
My memories are making feast in my mind
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