I was making my way through the days, beads of sweat on my brow
Walking toward you, yet remaining on the sidelines
There was a distance within this closeness, one I couldn’t name
If I reached out, I was a hair’s breadth away from touching
“You were the amusement park, and I was the child with no money”
Gondola rides, bumper cars, tunnels of horror
They all passed me by beneath the open sky, and don’t even ask
Believe me, thinking of you made my head spin
And there was this, too: you remained outside the circle I drew
“You were the amusement park, and I was the child with no money”
Let’s say I couldn’t get inside, no matter what I tried
I wasn’t even allowed that: to leave a rose at your gate!
Guards with pitch-black hearts stood at the entrance, haughty
“No ticket, no entry, don’t even think about it,” they’d warn
“You were the amusement park, and I was the child with no money”
Now, the days we lived feel like a Kamikaze ride
Or a roller coaster racing along the tracks
No carousel can comfort me anymore
I grew up but stayed a child at heart, and I’ve turned my back on parks
The stories go on and on, so much more, so much more…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol