Galata [English translation]

When friends put down their drinks on the table

lamplits of the street of my desire light up

When conversations reach a good level (like turkish tea gets a perfect boil in its pot)

My eyes surches for yours - (these beautiful eyes of you are my) disaster

Now me in Galata - here with my friends am I

All my thoughts stray to your fabolous being

My friends amuse me - they try (but im with you all the time)

Not even excuses are left

Fortuna is not with the love drunken

So much "mey" we drank- for nothing

And now its a never ending dusk

my desire dont leaves me like its stuck on the sky

Please dont go - dont make me fall in love with sorrow