Translation of the song lyrics Kısaca - Simge

Kısaca (original)

Bu bir son mu, kısa bir ara mı?
Kuşkun bile cevaptı aslında
Dost kalamıyorum niyet buysa
İyi son yok ki aşk mevcutsa
Sarıl bana, sarıl şu an, sarıl bana
Kalıp biraz sonra yine kırıl bana
Açık kapı bırakmadan ayrıl hemen
Bitmem ki ben alıştıra alıştıra
Gel adını koyalım burada ilk önce
Hangi dilde, bu nece?
Konular daha da uzuyor uzadıkça
«Bitti"desene kısaca
Gel adını koyalım burada ilk önce
Hangi dilde, bu nece?
Konular daha da uzuyor uzadıkça
«Bitti"desene kısaca
Sarıl bana, sarıl şu an, sarıl bana
Kalıp biraz sonra yine kırıl bana
Açık kapı bırakmadan ayrıl hemen
Bitmem ki ben alıştıra alıştıra
Gel adını koyalım burada ilk önce
Hangi dilde, bu nece?
Konular daha da uzuyor uzadıkça
«Bitti"desene kısaca
Gel adını koyalım burada ilk önce
Hangi dilde, bu nece?
Konular daha da uzuyor uzadıkça
«Bitti"desene kısaca
Gel adını koyalım burada ilk önce
Hangi dilde, bu nece?
Konular daha da uzuyor uzadıkça
«Bitti"desene kısaca
Sarıl bana

Kısaca (translation)

Is this our terminus, or merely a hush between storms?
Even your shadow of doubt was an oracle’s whisper,
If friendship is your compass, I am lost from that shore,
No dawn ever blooms when love is the night’s sole inhabitant,
Enfold me now, in this molten moment—draw me near,
Wait, and soon I’ll fracture anew against your absence,
Depart at once with every door sealed, no light left behind,
I do not unravel—I wither, leaf by leaf, to your leaving,
Come, let us christen this ache with its rightful name,
What tongue will hold our sorrow—what speech is this?
The thread of our talk unspools, winding deeper into dusk,
Say it is over—swift as a blade through silk,
Come, let us christen this ache with its rightful name,
What tongue will hold our sorrow—what speech is this?
The thread of our talk unspools, winding deeper into dusk,
Say it is over—swift as a blade through silk,
Enfold me now, in this molten moment—draw me near,
Wait, and soon I’ll fracture anew against your absence,
Depart at once with every door sealed, no light left behind,
I do not unravel—I wither, leaf by leaf, to your leaving,
Come, let us christen this ache with its rightful name,
What tongue will hold our sorrow—what speech is this?
The thread of our talk unspools, winding deeper into dusk,
Say it is over—swift as a blade through silk,
Come, let us christen this ache with its rightful name,
What tongue will hold our sorrow—what speech is this?
The thread of our talk unspools, winding deeper into dusk,
Say it is over—swift as a blade through silk,
Come, let us christen this ache with its rightful name,
What tongue will hold our sorrow—what speech is this?
The thread of our talk unspools, winding deeper into dusk,
Say it is over—swift as a blade through silk,
Draw me close