Translation of the song lyrics Senden Sonra - Rafet El Roman

Senden Sonra (original)

Yaram ne kanar ne kabuk bağlar
Giden unutur kalan hep yanar
Kaçsam kaçamam her yerde kokun var
Sensiz uyandığım kaçıncı günüm
Aynada gördüğüm yorgun yüzüm
Nana hiç tanıdık gelmiyor inan

Ne kadar oldu gideli
Bilmiyorum geçen zamanı
Zamandan saymadım zaten
Sensiz geçen her anımı

Hevesim kırık yüreğim buruk
Ne olacaktık bak ne olduk
Canım istemiyor zoruma gidiyor
Böyle yaşamak bana ölüm geliyor

Senden sonra arasam da öncesini
Alıştım acı çekerek almaya nefesimi

Yaram ne kanar ne kabuk bağlar
Giden unutur kalan hep yanar
Kaçsam kaçamam her yerde kokun var
Sensiz uyandığım kaçıncı günüm
Aynada gördüğüm yorgun yüzüm
Nana hiç tanıdık gelmiyor inan

Yaram ne kanar ne kabuk bağlar
Giden unutur kalan hep yanar
Kaçsam kaçamam her yerde kokun var
Sensiz uyandığım kaçıncı günüm
Aynada gördüğüm yorgun yüzüm
Nana hiç tanıdık gelmiyor inan

Ne kadar oldu gideli
Bilmiyorum geçen zamanı
Zamandan saymadım zaten
Sensiz geçen her anımı

Hevesim kırık yüreğim buruk
Ne olacaktık bak ne olduk
Canım istemiyor zoruma gidiyor
Böyle yaşamak bana ölüm geliyor

Senden sonra arasam da öncesini
Alıştım acı çekerek almaya nefesimi

Yaram ne kanar ne kabuk bağlar
Giden unutur kalan hep yanar
Kaçsam kaçamam her yerde kokun var
Sensiz uyandığım kaçıncı günüm
Aynada gördüğüm yorgun yüzüm
Nana hiç tanıdık gelmiyor inan

Yaram ne kanar ne kabuk bağlar
Giden unutur kalan hep yanar
Kaçsam kaçamam her yerde kokun var
Sensiz uyandığım kaçıncı günüm
Aynada gördüğüm yorgun yüzüm
Nana hiç tanıdık gelmiyor inan

Senden Sonra (translation)

My wound bleeds no crimson, nor gathers a shell of sleep—
She who departs forgets; it is the one left behind who smolders.
Even if I flee, flight is denied—your fragrance braids the air about me.
How many dawns have I surfaced, stripped of you?
In the mirrored pool, a jaded visage greets me, weary as dusk.
Nana, your name echoes as a cipher—believe me, it bears no kinship to my memories.

How many seasons since your going have unraveled in silence?
The pulse of passing hours eludes me; I am untethered from the clock’s dominion.
I have not counted time—it drifts, formless, between my fingers.
Every instant unraveled without you is a bead of famine in my hours.

Desire lies shattered, and my heart is a chalice of old regret.
We—look what promise shimmered, and see what we have become: ashes.
My will curls inward, recoiling from want, and heaviness presses.
To endure such living—how like the taste of death it comes to me.

Even seeking the prelude to you, after you, brings only echo.
I have grown accustomed: each breath I draw is threshed in sorrow.

My wound bleeds no crimson, nor gathers a shell of sleep—
She who departs forgets; it is the one left behind who smolders.
Even if I flee, flight is denied—your fragrance braids the air about me.
How many dawns have I surfaced, stripped of you?
In the mirrored pool, a jaded visage greets me, weary as dusk.
Nana, your name echoes as a cipher—believe me, it bears no kinship to my memories.

My wound bleeds no crimson, nor gathers a shell of sleep—
She who departs forgets; it is the one left behind who smolders.
Even if I flee, flight is denied—your fragrance braids the air about me.
How many dawns have I surfaced, stripped of you?
In the mirrored pool, a jaded visage greets me, weary as dusk.
Nana, your name echoes as a cipher—believe me, it bears no kinship to my memories.

How many seasons since your going have unraveled in silence?
The pulse of passing hours eludes me; I am untethered from the clock’s dominion.
I have not counted time—it drifts, formless, between my fingers.
Every instant unraveled without you is a bead of famine in my hours.

Desire lies shattered, and my heart is a chalice of old regret.
We—look what promise shimmered, and see what we have become: ashes.
My will curls inward, recoiling from want, and heaviness presses.
To endure such living—how like the taste of death it comes to me.

Even seeking the prelude to you, after you, brings only echo.
I have grown accustomed: each breath I draw is threshed in sorrow.

My wound bleeds no crimson, nor gathers a shell of sleep—
She who departs forgets; it is the one left behind who smolders.
Even if I flee, flight is denied—your fragrance braids the air about me.
How many dawns have I surfaced, stripped of you?
In the mirrored pool, a jaded visage greets me, weary as dusk.
Nana, your name echoes as a cipher—believe me, it bears no kinship to my memories.

My wound bleeds no crimson, nor gathers a shell of sleep—
She who departs forgets; it is the one left behind who smolders.
Even if I flee, flight is denied—your fragrance braids the air about me.
How many dawns have I surfaced, stripped of you?
In the mirrored pool, a jaded visage greets me, weary as dusk.
Nana, your name echoes as a cipher—believe me, it bears no kinship to my memories.