Whose choose are these furnitures of our lives?
Let’s give a kick to all,
Your body is enough to fill a house.
Trees of Istanbul
Barged in our kissing
We don’t have a photograph together
Nobody see us
Let’s look at each other…
I don’t remember the music, or myself at all,
How many pieces the crowd I divide
You are the remainder
No city is far away to the other,
Few millimeters on the world map, so what
Let the one whose sun rises first wake the other up
I kissed you once
It outlasts for days
Although, you are not a horizon line unless my lips.
Searching for the missing piece in your life
Is it me?
Trans. by Gökçenur Ç.