[Instrumental] You can not reach for my face, but all the tears are real... E.V. If I weep, would you hear my voice, In my verses; Could you touch, With your hands, my tears? I never knew songs were so beautiful, And words so inadequate, Before falling into this sorrow. There is a place, I know; Where it is possible to say everything; I have drawn quite close, I hear it; I cannot tell. Orhan Veli Kanık
