how strange people are, how easy it is when you're young
to know and recall a face among the crowd
a short and a t-shirt, when istiklal is beautiful
that moment takes long, minutes don't pass and don't skip
in a dark room, under the sun, you shiver without waiting
somewhere inside you suddenly some things get knotted
people are incorporated into each other from the sore spot
it's not only today but for centuries been like this
cannot be easily solved
how strange life is, always goes on without stopping
it passes, meanwhile waits time to be silent
a green sweater and a kerchief
the most beautiful things in life don't end and don't start
roads are dark, i became fearless without waiting for a win
in the depths of you cool off the seas
trees feel cold and end up in the same root
it's not only today but for centuries been like this
cannot be easily solved