Denizdeki tuzun eksikligini hissetmemistim simdiye kadar

Bak gor iste, kendi kendine Turkce geldi bu sefer

Te,elden bozuguz biz, bu anlasilir fakat

Anlamsiz gibi gelir..kah satirlarda, kah ogluma verdigim pattiklerin

Kizima attigim sevgi bakislarinin icinde bir bir sayiyorum tuzun oranini

Hep bir heves hep bir bosluk

Kahve arasi …molada yakaris…ogleden sonra is

Bir gulumseme, iste budur denizdeki tuzun farki…mutluyum ben ya…

Bozma e mi hep gel boyle…..yazim ol....

You probably would know how this walks

Behind bars, as   prisoner’s birthday bash

Day by day with simple nuances that we select from past

You not only brought youth and nostalgia

You also brought calm wedges to my soul, creating

 A temple of melody friendly refined trade

I like how you use your socio-material IQ into my mid life crisis

I know you caught something from past, not from today

But past,…and I treasure that…

war

Times are changing for the goodness of false

Or falsehood’s good neighborhood…it is classic clear that

There will be no change of character any time soon

For crystal goodness of people

We all are the same, we all preach for war in the name of freedom

War is slavery…but again I don’t expect them to acknowledge that

It is not my duty to preach separation for their IQ levels, I am not a teacher

I say what I know of

This is our world and I am sealing on this paper…’I will never but never preach war’