Sus Konusma [English translation]

I was small, I was so young, I was a beggar king

I walked so much, I starved so much

my heart aches, my face hides

I saw the world through a train's window, I pitied it

hush, don't speak

who cares the words

just one last kiss

is enough for my open wounds

maybe, if you are

silent because of despair

anyhow, we always lost, you and me

"life is a race" you always say that " a pitched battle,

a fight, don't be wounded"

you are a paper ship made from newspaper

while your folds loosen don't you get tired

of dying everyday

hush, don't speak

who cares the words

just one last kiss

is enough for my open wounds

maybe, if you are

silent because of despair

anyhow, we always lost, you and me