The Heart Şiiri - Turgay Kadiroğlu

Follow the blood, cooming from my heart,
And you will find the heart waited for you and died.

Smell the smell of your own in that poor heart,
The poor heart is nothing without your smelling.

Watch the alone soul leaving that dead heart,
While still feeling about loving you till the end.

And finally take everything of yours from that heart,
Just to be sure that, that heart is a dead...