Bir Acayip Adam [English translation]

*Suphi, Suphi is an extraordinary man

*Suphi, Suphi, my dear, my lungs

Nobody knows where he's from

*Suphi, Suphi is an extraordinary man

*Suphi, Suphi would be quiet at night

**Das Kapital in his pocket

**Das Kapital in his pocket

Hemp seeds in his pocket

*Suphi, Suphi is an extraordinary man

*Suphi, Suphi, my dear, my lungs

Resigning inside a left boat after a storm

With a magnificent beard and adventures inside his makeshift parka

An extraordinary man would live

He would be quiet at night, he would be angry if I talked in the old times

It was in June

I was a child, I ran away from home I came and took refuge in him

It was a small bay, he took refuge here, maybe he discovered it

The lights from the town would light inside of me wandering with my mother

I would cry

*Suphi would take a look by rolling a secret cigarette and crying

Then we would succeed, I would play the flute, the cigarette would go out, we would cry

I wouldn't know where he came from, maybe he was deserted, maybe without an identity

His adventures would interest him, he wouldn't bother anyone

He would curse at some things, he would always sleep like an uneasy fish

Sometimes he would disappear, I would look for him, he would be stop under the rain

He would stop and read a thick book he had in his pocket every day

I wouldn't understand anything, I would look at the cover not hearing it

His beard was a picture whoever it was had a smiling face

I asked him one day, why I cannot understand the words *Suphi says

"Confront the knowledge you know in life and don't be afraid to test yourself

then you will know the right and wrong and you

will understand"

Then he would laugh, my days with hundreds of details to worry about

would go

Then again, night would come, *Suphi would go quiet, I would talk and would be angry

Seagulls would come to the boat, my heart would burn to *Suphi, I would cry

*Suphi spat to the sea, he would scan the sky, he would cry

Then we would succeed, I would play the flute, we would cry

It was an exile town, it was June an old time ago

I was a child, I ran away from home I came and took refuge in him

One day a mishap happened, my mother found me, *Suphi ran away and disappeared

The town was stirred, a scene happened, I got quiet, my blood froze

When the police found him it was the only catastrophe, everyone was in the square

in one

It was like a haughty rifle going inside the police station

Some bastard turned around and looked at me, asked "Did you understand", I said I understood

I understood

And after from that day, I never cried from any time or any place