Translation of the song lyrics Kendine Dünya - Merve Özbey

Kendine Dünya (original)

Ayıplarım, kayıplarım, hala zaaflarım var
Sıkıntılı, uçması zor, kırılmış kanatlarım var
Kararlar vermiş yine yar benim adıma
Değmeyin ne olur yalnızlığıma
İnelim derine
Vuralım dibine
Götürür yası da dökeriz Ege’ye
Dönüyor hep kendine dünya
Sormadı hiç hatrımı asla
Kalbini gel kalbime yasla özlediysen
Ya da git yine kendini kurtar
Yeni bir ten eskiyi yırtar
Aşk için hiç ölmediysen
Dönüyor hep kendine dünya
Sormadı hiç hatrımı asla
Kalbini gel kalbime yasla özlediysen
Ya da git yine kendini kurtar
Yeni bir ten eskiyi yırtar
Aşk için hiç ölmediysen
Ayıplarım, kayıplarım, hala zaaflarım var
Sıkıntılı, uçması zor, kırılmış kanatlarım var
Kararlar vermiş yine yar benim adıma
Değmeyin ne olur yalnızlığıma
İnelim derine vuralım dibine
Götürür yası da dökeriz Ege’ye
Dönüyor hep kendine dünya
Sormadı hiç hatrımı asla
Kalbini gel kalbime yasla özlediysen
Ya da git yine kendini kurtar
Yeni bir ten eskiyi yırtar
Aşk için hiç ölmediysen
Dönüyor hep kendine dünya
Sormadı hiç hatrımı asla
Kalbini gel kalbime yasla özlediysen
Ya da git yine kendini kurtar
Yeni bir ten eskiyi yırtar
Aşk için hiç ölmediysen
Dönüyor hep kendine dünya
Sormadı hiç hatrımı asla
Kalbini gel kalbime yasla özlediysen
Ya da git yine kendini kurtar
Yeni bir ten eskiyi yırtar
Aşk için hiç ölmediysen

Kendine Dünya (translation)

My shames, my vanished days, frailties lingering still within my chest,
Troubled, with wings fractured—difficult to lift into sky’s unrest.
Once more, my beloved decrees fate for me, in my own stead,
Touch not, I implore—my solitude is a fragile thread.
Let us descend to unfathomed deep,
Strike to the marrow where shadows sleep,
We’ll carry our mourning, pour it like wine in the lap of the Aegean blue,
The world, unwearied, circles itself as a dog with no clue.
Never has it asked after the weathering of my soul,
Come, lean your heart into mine, if longing makes you whole.
Or leave, and once again, rescue your own reflection,
A new skin rending the old with silent defection.
If you have never let love demand the cost of dying—
The world, unwearied, circles itself, never complying.
Never has it asked after the weathering of my soul,
Come, lean your heart into mine, if longing makes you whole.
Or leave, and once again, rescue your own reflection,
A new skin rending the old with silent defection.
If you have never let love demand the cost of dying—
My shames, my vanished days, frailties lingering still within my chest,
Troubled, with wings fractured—difficult to lift into sky’s unrest.
Once more, my beloved decrees fate for me, in my own stead,
Touch not, I implore—my solitude is a fragile thread.
Let us descend to unfathomed deep, strike where the night is blind,
We’ll carry our mourning, pour it like wine in the lap of the Aegean brine.
The world, unwearied, circles itself as a dog with no clue.
Never has it asked after the weathering of my soul,
Come, lean your heart into mine, if longing makes you whole.
Or leave, and once again, rescue your own reflection,
A new skin rending the old with silent defection.
If you have never let love demand the cost of dying—
The world, unwearied, circles itself, never complying.
Never has it asked after the weathering of my soul,
Come, lean your heart into mine, if longing makes you whole.
Or leave, and once again, rescue your own reflection,
A new skin rending the old with silent defection.
If you have never let love demand the cost of dying—
The world, unwearied, circles itself, never complying.
Never has it asked after the weathering of my soul,
Come, lean your heart into mine, if longing makes you whole.
Or leave, and once again, rescue your own reflection,
A new skin rending the old with silent defection.
If you have never let love demand the cost of dying—