Çal Kapımı [English translation]

with the smell of stale loaf of bread

i paint the yellow

look, at this corner- her eyes

with every brush, my soul is less

knock, knock on my door

either sleepy or sleepless

knock, knock on my door

sleepy, or sleepless

look, here- your white hands

if they wrap around my waist a little loose

i’ll just say she didn’t realize and move on

i drew myself transparent, already

knock, knock on my door

either blue or not

knock, knock on my door

blue or not

then i painted a house for you

the door’s blue, the ring’s sea

let’s live there

without saying let these go, right now

knock, knock on my door

either tranquil, or not

knock, knock on my door

tranquil, or not