While there was no cause,
Or we got angry while we didn't know
And we might talk to each other...
While there was lots of cause
And by the way
We didn't do nothing
And we might be quiet...
The same time,The same quiet night
We might say that I'm in the dismals
Who knows
We might dream the same things
Isn't it possible?
It's possible.
All those years, you here
All those years, I there
We've never met
Except for this evening of September
Maybe my paper money,
Somehow,
It might got in your pocket
Maybe into the same mailbox,
At different times
We might mail a letter
As the same slice of watermelon
We might watch while it was going down at the seaside
We might sit at the same corner in the fusty
Maybe whit a few days breather
Isn't it possible?
It's possible.
All those years, you here
All those years, I there
We've never met
Except for this evening of September
In the queue of Bostancı bus
You're in the head of bus, I'm in the end
We might wait in that way...
Steamboat of Morning 07.30,
While you were catching running,
I missed because I walked
At the same time, another people,
We might say I love you....
With absolute confidence emotion,
We might prop our heads to another shoulders
Isn't it possible?
It's possible.
All those years, you here
All those years, I there
We've never met
Except for this evening of September