Bilmezsin

You don't know
Don't please yourself
Darling if you are spoiled, you can't change if you dress
See, if you are not yourself
Come if you have worn a white shroud at the beginning of the road
I care for what you care, unseeingly

I covered her with a cloth, darling, if her skin is soft
I thought she will feel cold, if the road is too long
Know that she waits on your bedside at nights, come
I care for what you care, unseeingly