Asia and Europe
Your lip and my lip
I'm in the city where they connected
Sat down on the stairs
Wrapped with newspaper
My liquor in Bogazici
Drizzle on the hill
Mahur¹ poem at my tongue
Here is sleeping Istanbul
When I'm lone in street
When I'm messed up in life
I always waddle to my home at night
I have no way to beg anyone
When I'm messed up in life
I always waddle* to my home at night
I have no way to beg anyone
I posted revolt flag, it stands at flagpole