New York Sokaklarında [English translation]

In love with a beauty

my mother didn't want

here I am left with no desire

is this a favor mom?

I flew far out of sight

homesick on the streets of New York

where the line between

Right and Wrong is blurred

where Loving became a chore

On the streets of New York

Flesh became plastic,

a nuclear Industry

Don't go below

the streets of New York

where vitamins overflow

the sound of Sirens as usual

Cowboys lacking character and no mercy

On the streets of New York