Life rolls by in the awaited wilds
Old wanders age in bewilderment
Trailers for the next programs are left out
Cozy stargazing
We’re falling down from there
The seats are already taken
My respect is not for it but for the vomit in the emptied sink
What is wrong with the dream I talked in my sleep in the busses
Where I look at, I seem to be confused without any date
Come find me in my voice
This is the rebellion I stand at its doorway
Open the door towards you and
Do open it
Let the heart of the caressed modest one have some rest
English Translation by Mesut Şenol