Sevgilim Yoksa Sen Sevgilim [English translation]

There's no such thing as "nobility-meter"

The voice, the sparkle of a sensual spell

Atlas where are your clothes and your quiet-looking blue eyes

It's as if we're all old famous poets

Still whispering all the poems

Love is a premature fight, it's nothing but questions, and

It's filthy and wounded cause of the old wounds bleeding

There's no such thing as "nobility-meter"

On a man's face or his truthful words that

Sounds awfully like lies perhaps

On the hair of a wet white woman

On the glacial purity of high-altitude lakes

And on the scent of the flowers

The consulation of the poet would be poems indeed

And even the worst loves would have use

It would at least be useful for the reader

See? Same thing happened to the man that has happened to me

He got down as well as I did

Mine isn't sadder

than his, his pain isn't more flashy than mine

Simple beautiful words

Simple words

Words

You're in love with love itself, you can very well exaggerate what you see

We were only in an affair for a while we weren't in love

My one hand reaches to you, the other is already in the hands of the other

Let me go in my own way

Strangers aren't so strange for me

Strangers, natives they are all pretty much the same

Men

If you're expecting any word, any voice out of this man

If you need

a reluctant "go away"

It's right there

Somewhere in my mouth

Do you want to take it by sticking your tongue inside my mind?

Can you take back everything

That is yours all at once

In a split-second

With a cold phone conversation?

Can you take yourself back from me?

Can you shoo me away from you?

My love

Can you not

Be my love?