Kadıköy Kızı [English translation]

What's the good of comparing experiences?

Except being perplexed.

It's very easy to make people fight

And then it's quite nonsense to reconcile.

Always closed are doors and windows

Again have I fallen look where am I

Wish I could find myself

I can never be the previous me

I know it's too much that I want

Nights always reach a dead end and bars look very much alike

If we drink this, we won't sleep and my soul is the God of pleasure in ancient Greece

Cinema, fashion, alcoholism, painting and maybe more than these

Why need some other words; me human you a Kadıköy Girl