The lines of the balloons got tangled
as I can make it out.
Love affairs got mixed and cooled,
like balloons.
Who loved whom and when?
some are gone by a flight,
only their lines are left behind.
Sometimes we held them high overhead,
like balloons,
sometimes we pumped up too much, and they blew out.
Some of them slipped through our fingers,
We stared at their back.
There were some we silently dumped
the ones who made us regret as they elevated themselves.
Some were held high overhead like balloons,
some swept us off our feet, we got elevated.
When we could not put up with, then we fell headlong.
What I am saying is that,
had the balloons be the symbol of love,
many of them would blow up in our heart before we got home.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol