Galata [English translation]

When friends smash the bottom of the glass' onto the table

Candles light up in my heart`s streets

When brew of our talk is extracted into the sky

My eyes search your eyes, My disaster

Now, at a tavern in Galata

My mind is on "Her Highness"

Friends, delay my desires, In vain

There are no excuses left

What does luck have to do with the Mad

We have drunken that much, Snacks are in vain

It's an endless nightfall now

Yearning, won't fade, is driven into the sky

Life of my life, perish my heart

Don`t go, don't addict me to suffering