Doğdukları Yerde Ölenler [English translation]

while passing through a town in the steppe

on the dusty road, coffeehouses on both sides

calm as they are, motionless

eyeing the bus

those who die where they are born

in the hot noon-ends, *

the breeze of abysmal wells

leaking of the chilled pots

the sun rolls away in an instance

and beacons shiver in the nights

they never complain

those who die where they are born

in a village at the mountain top

under the snow a girl gracile as a branch

destined to the village like mount munzur

is the laughter around the fountain

the world doesn't spin for them

they don't know of being wayworn

their voices echo

always from the same rock, from the same timezone

they travel to china n' maçin in their dreams

those who die where they are born