Afternoon Song of the Tree, by Afsar Timucin

Go further in the sea to not drown
The snug places of the day are ruined now
Evening falls while a melody
Meticulously binds us to ourselves
The moonlight paints the dark the color silver

If only we could sit and talk at length
Lovemaking would happen anyway
When a linden warmth was spreading in our room
If only we could think about every single little thing
Death resentment politeness, at first
Laughing off all our shortcomings

Maybe all that time was wasted
Which is a kind of a feeling of rolling by
How nice it would be if we could start over
There's no turning back
The yellowed leaf, falling down with the wind
Must forget the branch

A─čac─▒n ─░kindi T├╝rk├╝s├╝, Af┼čar Timu├žin

A├ž─▒klara ├ž─▒kal─▒m bo─čulmamak i├žin
G├╝n├╝n kuytu yerleri ┼čimdi harap
─░├žimizde bir ezgi inceden inceye
Bizi kendimize ba─člarken ak┼čam olur
Karanl─▒─č─▒ g├╝m├╝┼č rengine boyar mehtap

Oturup uzun uzun konu┼čsayd─▒k
Sevi┼čmek nas─▒l olsa gene olur iyi k├Ât├╝
Bir ─▒hlamur s─▒cakl─▒─č─▒ yay─▒l─▒rken odam─▒za
Her ┼čeyi ince ince d├╝┼č├╝nseydik
├ľl├╝m├╝ k─▒rg─▒nl─▒─č─▒ inceli─či en ba┼čta
B├╝t├╝n eksiklerimize g├╝l├╝p ge├žerek

Belki de bo┼ča ge├žti onca zaman
Bu da bir t├╝r ge├žip gitme duygusudur
Ne g├╝zel olurdu yeniden ba┼člasak
Ne yapsan en ba┼ča d├Ân├╝lemiyor
Ne yap─▒p yap─▒p dal─▒ unutmal─▒
R├╝zg├órla yere d├╝┼čen sar─▒ yaprak