Such Beautiful Day — Şakir Kurtulmuş

for the first time without you a Sunday in Şehzadebaşı to remain apart now companion to the drooping cypresses inside me there is the sorrow of tears flowing for the first time without youthe unfading vitality of the moments we lived the barrenness of my eyesmy heaven scented one bound by the curtains of my eyes even the greenest blue becomes fire burns my insides did the black lead dissolve or did it pierce and pass through my heartlook the moments we lived are reviving do you seefor the first time I hold on to you yes like this I grow I flourish your skin bends toward my longing lips and my soul embraces you leaning on the truths

for the first time without you a Sunday in Şehzadebaşı to remain apart now companion to the drooping cypresses inside me there is the sorrow of tears flowing for the first time without you the unfading vitality of the moments we lived the barrenness of my eyes my heaven scented one bound by the curtains of my eyes even the greenest blue becomes fire burns my insides did the black lead dissolve or did it pierce and pass through my heart look the moments we lived are reviving do you see for the first time I hold on to you yes like this I grow I flourish your skin bends toward my longing lips and my soul embraces you leaning on the truths

for the first time without you a Sunday in Şehzadebaşı to remain apart now companion to the drooping cypresses inside me there is the sorrow of tears flowing for the first time without you the unfading vitality of the moments we lived the barrenness of my eyes my heaven scented one bound by the curtains of my eyes even the greenest blue becomes fire burns my insides did the black lead dissolve or did it pierce and pass through my heart look the moments we lived are reviving do you see for the first time I hold on to you yes like this I grow I flourish your skin bends toward my longing lips and my soul embraces you leaning on the truths

for the first time without you a Sunday in Şehzadebaşı to remain apart now companion to the drooping cypresses inside me there is the sorrow of tears flowing for the first time without you the unfading vitality of the moments we lived the barrenness of my eyes my heaven scented one bound by the curtains of my eyes even the greenest blue becomes fire burns my insides did the black lead dissolve or did it pierce and pass through my heart look the moments we lived are reviving do you see for the first time I hold on to you yes like this I grow I flourish your skin bends toward my longing lips and my soul embraces you leaning on the truths