Would it be you who suits my skin most
I would have watched from a distance
My handful of happiness
For fun
I would have wanted to say as my gut tells me
Come on, “take off and fly my dreams with me”
You would have a laughter while you would be sitting
For my childish situations…
I used to have sand castles
Small toys
Childish happiness
Huge trails
And poems I had
Things I could have not told
Even songs I had
The songs you had passed through my notes out loud
Would it be me who suits your skin most
By stealing a part of my sleep in the dead of night
By leaning on the raki glasses
Being a wound for me
Being one the ones you broke
Being the one who doesn’t know how to be loved
Just to spite being the one who embraces you
By being your inexhaustible one
By being your true woman
By standing behind you
By challenging everyone
I would have burnt Istanbul down
Yet you are not the old you anymore
On that account
Even the wind blows the familiar way to it
English Translation by Mesut Şenol