Kavaklar
Sezen Aksu
Poplars
Ah poplars, ah poplars
My body shivers, my heart leaks
They carved me with a careless pair of scissors
Ah, they carved me out of an old photograph
Half of my cheek stayed there
Completes itself with emptiness
Ah, a cut hand on my shoulder
Still bleeding incessantly
Ah poplars, ah poplars
Pain follows me
Ah poplars, ah poplars
Whistle behind me
