Letra de Bekle (en inglés)

The wing will overflow with nightmares,
The dead of winter will wander in your blood,
Happenings will freeze and stick on your tongue.
Behind you, your hope is worn out,
It'll leave the night in exile.
Mixed with the frightening hundred days,
Waiting is like endless death.

If you wish, the day shall be tomorrow.
Your rose shouldn't stay wild,
Your eyes should keep their love.

Wait, wait for me, wait.
Wait, wait for me, wait, I'll come.
Wait, wait for me, I'll turn back,
While my sun surrounds your skin.

In a peaceful garden, your heaven,
I saw cheerful children.
Their faces were colorful flowers.
My eyes were dazzled.

Wait, wait for me, I'll come,
While my rivers burst among the mountains.
Wait, wait for me, I'll turn back,
While my sun surrounds your skin.
Wait, wait for me, I'll come,
While my rivers burst among the mountains.

You're in my trust, you're with me, you'll see.
I will love you until death.
Wait...