ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Descending moon tells end of a tale
One that days of past were telling
I feel the grasp of infinity
As my soul seems to be draining
Two roads diverge from one
The fate is to be undone
This is the place, this is the time
To take the final step
I fall
I can feel embrace of the stream
For the end was here to tear me apart
I fall
For the tale was not to hear
And at last I see
