Translation of the song lyrics Eksik - Mustafa Ceceli, Elvan Günaydın, Mustafa Ceceli, Elvan Günaydın

Eksik (original)

Omzumda başın eksik, yatağımda kokun
Tenimde tenin eksik, gel de bir dokun
Gecelerden uykum eksik, yüzde tebessüm
Elimde elin eksik, yaşlı hep gözüm
Omzumda başın eksik, yatağımda kokun
Tenimde tenin eksik, gel de bir dokun
Gecelerden uykum eksik, yüzde tebessüm
Elimde elin eksik, yaşlı hep gözüm
Ne olur dön geri sevindirme elleri
Bozdur mühürünü, kara büyülerin
Sensiz olmaz, sensizlik anlatılmaz
Hep eksik diyorum ya, o bile az…
Omzumda başın eksik, yatağımda kokun
Tenimde tenin eksik, gel de bir dokun
Gecelerden uykum eksik, yüzde tebessüm
Elimde elin eksik, yaşlı hep gözüm
Ne olur dön geri sevindirme elleri
Bozdur mühürünü, kara büyülerin
Sensiz olmaz, sensizlik anlatılmaz
Hep eksik diyorum ya, o bile az…
Ne olur dön geri sevindirme elleri
Bozdur mühürünü, kara büyülerin
Sensiz olmaz, sensizlik anlatılmaz
Hep eksik diyorum ya, o bile az…
Hani eksik diyorum ya o bile az…

Eksik (translation)

Your brow absent from my shoulder’s weary arch, your fragrance thinned from the linen’s hush—
Your skin’s warmth faded from my own; come, let your touch awaken lost embers,
Nights have stolen the balm of sleep, my face bears a borrowed smile—
Your hand missing from mine, my eyes drowned always in a brackish mist.
Your brow absent from my shoulder’s weary arch, your fragrance thinned from the linen’s hush—
Your skin’s warmth faded from my own; come, let your touch awaken lost embers,
Nights have stolen the balm of sleep, my face bears a borrowed smile—
Your hand missing from mine, my eyes drowned always in a brackish mist.
Oh, turn back—let not your return strew joy upon stranger hands;
Shatter the seal, unbind the black spell that hems our fates together,
Without you, the world is ash; such solitude resists the tongue’s telling.
I call it lacking, yes, but even the word falls short…
Your brow absent from my shoulder’s weary arch, your fragrance thinned from the linen’s hush—
Your skin’s warmth faded from my own; come, let your touch awaken lost embers,
Nights have stolen the balm of sleep, my face bears a borrowed smile—
Your hand missing from mine, my eyes drowned always in a brackish mist.
Oh, turn back—let not your return strew joy upon stranger hands;
Shatter the seal, unbind the black spell that hems our fates together,
Without you, the world is ash; such solitude resists the tongue’s telling.
I call it lacking, yes, but even the word falls short…
Oh, turn back—let not your return strew joy upon stranger hands;
Shatter the seal, unbind the black spell that hems our fates together,
Without you, the world is ash; such solitude resists the tongue’s telling.
I call it lacking, yes, but even the word falls short…
When I say it’s lacking, even that is too slight…