I get so scared when sleep eludes me at night
I feel like I'm in a desert, thirst in my eyes
Insomnia is like a gentle drizzle that starts
And then turns into a flood, growing non-stop.
My spirit grows weary when sleep eludes me at night
I imagine a child crying by my bedside
When my memory ticks instead of the clock
I toss and turn in bed, my face pale.
This cruel insomnia is a bandit blocking my way
A scream within me, silence on my lips
In the mute darkness, insomnia appears.
It's a fire reflected from inside out
Insomnia that makes me feel my loneliness
Is like a woman whose emptiness I sense in my embrace.
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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