If you hold a timid bird in your palms
Bleeding gaps of time
Will be extended with demon`s ears
Turns into abysses in the memories

To see is to understand of love
The response of the grief
To the color of chats
Will be the silence of the heart

Water, flowing in the time fields
The colors of the sadness are the same
You will learn to love
On the wings of the love birds

Translated by Ayşen Savadova

(SEVMEYİ ÖĞRENECEKSİN)