Let the cold wind blow from the north
If my hands are in your pocket
Turn around, let your skirt fly
Let my hair touch your face
Let the cold rain fall on you
If your eyelashes are dry
As long as have independent dreams
It doesn't matter even if the sky is pierced
Be a song, a poem and write my verses
Make some noise and erase the system
Speak out, make your secrets known
As long as you don't act like the three wise monkeys1
Be a voice, be a face and plug it in
Turn on the lights and set up your stage
Allow yourself to think highly of yourself
Life is a song you don't know
Turn up the volume, turn up the volume
Turn up the volume, turn up the volume
1. A common reference in Turkey. The three wise monkeys refer to the Japanese pictorial maxim where one monkey refuses to see anything, the other refuses to hear and the other refuses to speak. Within the context, this requests the addressee to stop ignoring real phenomena and deal with them