Who knows which evening
I'll die down with the sun too
Who knows from whose hands
I'll drink my last water
Maybe I'll die without being able to see
But even so I'll
Love you forever

my darling oh I really missed you so much

you jackass what have you done to me bastard, why aren't you talking with me anymore?

dictionary says:
zemin etüdü- evaluation of the soil (of a site where construction is planned); soil survey.

but this moment I'm having a very sensitive and a hard time, sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing, but never mind we'll talk about this later

burnumda tutuyorsun-
I long for you

it's a part of a folk song:

we have to endure this my crane
it's wrong for us to laugh this year,
maybe next year

We've both lost

Whenever it rains I always remember you
Istanbul is crying, look my hopes are crying

But,
Hearts were stone made walls
There were lots of words that had been said
What did you think of this man
I would die for you

It was as if it had been a war
More than a passion
No one has won in the end

It was as if it had been a war
More than a passion
Look we've both lost in the end

Whenever my face smiles I cry inside
My smiles scatter, my hopes scatter

But,
Hearts were stone made walls
There were lots of words that had been said
What did you think of this man
I would die for you

It was as if it had been a war
More than a passion
No one has won in the end

It was like a tale, as if more than a passion
It had left a fistful of sadness behind
It was like a tale, as if more than a passion
Look it hasn't ended with a happy end
Look we've both lost in the end

good point Serdar
Bella should know if it makes sense...

something like:

I'm waiting for the morning, I wish I could be with you and kiss you more and pay attention to you, I'm going out.

(it's hard to say exactly because of the strange use of language)