New York Sokaklarında [English translation]

I fell in love with a beauty

Mother didn't want her

Is that a favour for me?

I have no desires left

Without seeing anyone

I flew far away

Thought about homeland

In the streets of New York

It became hard to differentiate

Right from wrong

Loving became a job

In the streets of New York

America, America

Flesh became plastic

Industry is nuclear

Don't go near the metros

In the streets of New York

Handful of vitamins

Siren sounds everywhere

Cowboys became uneasy

In the streets of New York

America, America