Translation of the song lyrics Alkışlar - Erdem Kınay, Sibel Can

Alkışlar (original)

Seni beni ayırmaya yeterdi bu yaşanmışlar
Beni bana bırakmadın
Bitmez sandın yanlışlar
Aman yaman bahanesi
Kapandı aşkın perdesi
Gidenlere sevenlerin son sözüdür, alkışlar
Dokunmuyor kalbi
Okunmuyor
Yoktur yeri dolmayan
Çoktur adı kalmayan, adı kalmayan, adı kalmayan
Sen acı gibi
Kordun neden tende…
Aşk alevleri…
Kalpsiz mi yanmışlar
Git bitir bizi…
Artık bu Son perde…
Son sözüm sana alkışlar
Hayallere uzak düşüp
Karanlığa tıkanmışlar…
Umutlara yanıp sönüp
Sevdayı Yok saymışlar!
Aman yaman bahanesi
Kapandı aşkın perdesi
Gidenlere sevenlerin son sözüdür, alkışlar
Dokunmuyor kalbi
Okunmuyor
Yoktur yeri dolmayan
Çoktur adı kalmayan, adı kalmayan, adı kalmayan
Sen acı gibi
Kordun neden tende…
Aşk alevleri…
Kalpsiz mi yanmışlar
Git bitir bizi…
Artık bu Son perde…
Son sözüm sana alkışlar
Sen acı gibi
Kordun neden tende…
Aşk alevleri…
Kalpsiz mi yanmışlar?
Git bitir bizi…
Artık bu Son perde…
Son sözüm sana alkışlar

Alkışlar (translation)

All that we have lived—enough to fracture us, divide your name from mine,
Never once did you release me to the solitude of my own keeping,
You mistook the labyrinth of error for an endless plain,
O, sly and tangled justifications—
Now the velvet curtain of our passion falls in hush,
To those departing, love bequeaths its final word: a thunder of applause,
It brushes past his heart, leaving not a single ripple,
Unread, as if a cipher sealed in frost,
There is no place for absence to be replaced—
But multitudes whose names dissolve, whose memory withers, whose names recede,
You—a bitter draught upon the tongue,
Why did you bind your absence into my flesh—
Love’s conflagration—
Were they consumed, their chests a barren hearth?
Go—end us, unmake our shape—
This is the final act, the curtain’s fall—
My last words to you: ovation ringing hollow,
Cast from the fields of dream, too distant to be salvaged,
They are choked in thickets of darkness—
Hopes smolder, guttering out in spectral intervals,
They have banished even the memory of longing!
O, sly and tangled justifications—
Now the velvet curtain of our passion falls in hush,
To those departing, love bequeaths its final word: a thunder of applause,
It brushes past his heart, leaving not a single ripple,
Unread, as if a cipher sealed in frost,
There is no place for absence to be replaced—
But multitudes whose names dissolve, whose memory withers, whose names recede,
You—a bitter draught upon the tongue,
Why did you bind your absence into my flesh—
Love’s conflagration—
Were they consumed, their chests a barren hearth?
Go—end us, unmake our shape—
This is the final act, the curtain’s fall—
My last words to you: ovation ringing hollow,
You—a bitter draught upon the tongue,
Why did you bind your absence into my flesh—
Love’s conflagration—
Were they consumed, their chests a barren hearth?
Go—end us, unmake our shape—
This is the final act, the curtain’s fall—
My last words to you: ovation ringing hollow