Değirmenler [English translation]

Time falls from my hands to the floor

and from there to the terrace

The clocks tick, without permission, always to later

The pictures are yellow from lack of sunlight

Friends are scattered all around, to their own ways

And you, me, against the mills

A pair of fighters, lost on purpose

We flow like rivers into seas

Maybe this is the best

The kite flies from my dictionary, a bird that won't come back

Unlived fragments, only a dream