Anlatmalıymış Meğer [English translation]

I had a dream about you again last night

in the whitest rain.

It was as if not a dream,

you were smiling into my eyes.

Every drop was a sorrow.

You've become the tears in my eyes.

Enough, what's more than this is death!

Don't come to my nights anymore!

A wind blows from those days.

My hope runs out on you.

It hides these gazes from you.

It's a darkest sorrow.

And life's worth sharing,

if you know a secret,

I should have told it to

mountains and rocks!

I don't drink on İstiklal street anymore.

In the mornings Mrs Fatma is waking me up.

Halva, bread, tea; they're taking care of me.

My room's a mess as if in ruins, I'm in ruins.

Nobody's meddling with my business.

Time to time, I go out in the balcony.

When sweet basils dried, it was january,

I'm waiting for the spring.

I still have a hope that I don't know

what it is about.

My eyes catch the sight of bottles.

I wish I could do it, it'd be fine if I could.

Nowadays I'm like this, I'm living inside the poem called grieving.

There's your smile on one corner, and on my back your bloody knife remains.

I'm drinking you up in a scream

that you'll never hear

or a scream that you won't understand even if you heard.