The boat trembles, the night engulfes faces
Under the bridge of Golden Horn
Writers long for the sight of a shakespearian ghost
On the shores — and a little further
Sokaklar tuhaf bir dram oynar
The streets play a weird play
Istanbul shakes its pink cloud of hair
Hoş geldiniz – I am happy you could come
When I hear German, I hear sentences
And the noise of grey siddewalks
Aferin sana – Good for you
The perfume of roses is a persecution
Yabani bir gülü yalamaya çalıştım
I have tried to lick a wild rose
And she sipped all my soul, the flower
Sahip olduğum her şeyi aldı, ruhumu, gölgemi, geçmişimi
She took everythin I possessed, my soul, my shadow, even my past
She abandonned me to this mysterious ocean
Almanca kelimeler benim tek küreklerimdi
German words were at this time my only paddles