Üç [English translation]

its 3.am, u r awake, u again couldnt sleep

what are u writing, black black, on whites? (white pages)

the pen wanes, dont trust like it wont finish ( in turkish, pen is tukenmez kalem )

even life ends someday

havent u ever got lonely?

in crowd

havent u ever looked for a solution for your greef?

at the bottom of the bottles

the words are fake

pull urself out, step by step

the faces were specific

that you search in rain

that u couldnt find..

u were too lazy

to tell ur story from the beginning

its useless

to tire your breath by the past

admit it, u love sorrow, grief

bothered body up