Yine mi Çiçek [English translation]

Lay the table, Madam Despina

Spread out the off-white oilcloths

Pull the divan under the vine

With Sister Müzeyyen standing beside you

Are we high again? Again, Çiçek?

Thanks God

Are we fresh out of topik*?

Nevermind

Are we high again? Again, Çiçek?

Thanks God.

Let the rakı fill the glass.

The night is very young, the desires are waterfalls.

How about we send word to that beloved?

How about s/he comes from Bomonti

to grace us?

How about we get drunk?