We did not have any of our seas to be lost anymore
Nor will there be our love fading away its blueness
We happened to sing our song to pipedreams
Honestly, previously to what did we resemble?
The slope of your face had already turned into a desert
Our friendship being far from home seems to be ruined
What were the things that made us as being us
Were they really high hills, or sand castles?
Now you are in the sound of seagulls, shouting and screaming
And you are not alone here, do not worry about anything
Steamboats of black fumes go through my body
Nowadays I too do one braid from behind.
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL