Uçmak İstiyorsan [English translation]

The delicate rose of my thoughts is you

if i hide my breakage you don't understand

the strangest thing i discover is you

you are a morning like night

say, is my loneliness is over ?

you are an answer without question

maybe you are Fatih or maybe Taksim

you are the last station for my tired heart

If you want to fly

dive yourself in to my eyes

if you want to understand me

hold my hands again

you are a pigeon of Zanzibar

you cannot hide the African accent

you will also die from surplus love

you cannot gather your mind

like one day you will return from the roads of loneliness

maybe you are Fatih or maybe Taksim your case in a street