It is good for a drunk to keep quiet
Get going
Do not bend over, get out of here
Like a sculpture made out of light
Go into the cold sea darkness
Let me look for you
Around the marble columns of delusion
Let me find you
In the history of water, and in the meeting of dissension
An outcry goes beyond the time in the history of the ones left behind
In this world I jump through hoops for its love
Since we live through it
Is it only me to be tainted
In the delayed split
Damn it
A cold soil beneath me
And I miss my cell
What time is it now?
English Translation by Mesut Şenol