Translation of the song lyrics Sende - Umut Timur

Sende (original)

Senin de kalbin bende, bende
Aradığım şey sende, sende
Seviyorum seni ben de, ben de
Hadi şimdi sıra sende, sende
Kalbin bende, bende
Aradığım şey sende, sende
Seviyorum seni ben de, ben de
Hadi şimdi sıra sende, sende
Yapamam, zamanı geriye alamam
Ne çabuk geldin girdin hayatıma
O gülüşü (Gülüşü), ince beli
Özü sözü, öpüşü çok sevimli
Al gibi yanakları gamzeli
Düşünceleri hâlâ git gelli
Ne yapsam da seni benim yapsam
Yollarına güller mi koysam?
Önünde diz çöküp yalvarsam
Sonra da iki cümle kursam
Kalbin bende, bende
Aradığım şey sende, sende
Seviyorum seni ben de, ben de
Hadi şimdi sıra sende, sende
Kalbin bende, bende
Aradığım şey sende, sende
Seviyorum seni ben de, ben de
Hadi şimdi sıra sende, sende
Nereye baksam sen varsın
Aklımı yerinden aldın
Başıma gelen en güzel şarkı
Tekrar tekrar çalsın
O gülüşü (Gülüşü), ince beli
Özü sözü, öpüşü çok sevimli
Al gibi yanakları gamzeli
Düşünceleri hâlâ git gelli
Ne yapsam da seni benim yapsam
Yollarına güller mi koysam?
Önünde diz çöküp yalvarsam
Sonra da iki cümle kursam
Kalbin bende, bende
Aradığım şey sende, sende
Seviyorum seni ben de, ben de
Hadi şimdi sıra sende, sende
Kalbin bende, bende
Aradığım şey sende, sende
Seviyorum seni ben de, ben de
Hadi şimdi sıra sende, sende (Hey)

Sende (translation)

Your heart, too, is anchored in my chest, mine alone,
The secret I have hunted glimmers in your gaze, your own,
I, too, am bewitched—my own spirit confesses your name,
Come, now the hour turns—let your footsteps kindle the flame,
Your heart is moored within me, it thrums in my veins,
The thing I have searched for, in your hands remains,
I, too, am spellbound—your spell is my own,
Come, now your turn, let your answer be shown.
I cannot—time’s river will not reverse its flow,
How swift you arrived, threading gold through my shadow,
That smile (smile), fine as a crescent moon’s arc,
Your soul and your speech, your kiss—each a lark,
Those cheeks, blushing as pomegranate dusk, dimples dancing,
Your thoughts, like swallows, still circling, entrancing,
What ritual, what art, would bind you to me,
Shall I strew your path with roses’ red decree?
Should I kneel at your feet, heart laid bare in plea,
And murmur two words—a prayer, perhaps, or a key?
Your heart is moored within me, it thrums in my veins,
The thing I have searched for, in your hands remains,
I, too, am spellbound—your spell is my own,
Come, now your turn, let your answer be shown.
Your heart is moored within me, it thrums in my veins,
The thing I have searched for, in your hands remains,
I, too, am spellbound—your spell is my own,
Come, now your turn, let your answer be shown.
Wherever I turn, every mirror harbors your face,
You have unmoored my mind from its measured place,
The loveliest song that ever befell my ear,
Let it play again—its echo drawing you near.
That smile (smile), fine as a crescent moon’s arc,
Your soul and your speech, your kiss—each a lark,
Those cheeks, blushing as pomegranate dusk, dimples dancing,
Your thoughts, like swallows, still circling, entrancing,
What ritual, what art, would bind you to me,
Shall I strew your path with roses’ red decree?
Should I kneel at your feet, heart laid bare in plea,
And murmur two words—a prayer, perhaps, or a key?
Your heart is moored within me, it thrums in my veins,
The thing I have searched for, in your hands remains,
I, too, am spellbound—your spell is my own,
Come, now your turn, let your answer be shown.
Your heart is moored within me, it thrums in my veins,
The thing I have searched for, in your hands remains,
I, too, am spellbound—your spell is my own,
Come, now your turn, let your answer be shown (Hey)