Elma Değil Ayva [English translation]

Hard, they are hard things

Dice, falls on one-one

On daybreak, the skin desires you

We are always here when we come

Its name's "Losers' Club"

Overcrowded and chock-full

Losers' Club

"Stop" said, the Papa Guard

"The air you're breathing is mine"

Then, Adam turned to Eve

"Mmmm, how nice this apple is"

Later on, Adam considered for a while

"It's not apple, probably it's quince"

Oh, love where are you?

You're at a good place

You're everywhere

Well, where are you?