I am the left-handed state of love
my right side walks towards mountains
whereas my left side runs towards bullets
and crawls to the cloudy feelings
when it comes to love
I do have impassible concerns
in the march of customs of love
still one of my beliefs is right, and the other one is void
and the left auricle of my heart seems to be a wanderer
when love runs away from the street
and gets home
I have my cowardly hours
when the topic gets heated about love
fearful but thirsty for courage
as well as shamelessly naïve
secretly though
I am the fugitive state of love
in my own way, a militant side
if the promises stay remain stable
and if the night sleeps on my lap
and if love gets nowhere fast
English Translation by Mesut Şenol