Inside of my head is scattered, guess it's journey hysteria
Going so far that you forget the footprints of the destination
Leave me in concentration camps with myself, let us not be diminished
Would you want us to think of your ghost (which is so clear) with the wasted wine?
Call out the most loyal migraine in mid-morning
Stay overnight, twilight, go slumber eternally in your pitch-black crib
Climb the attic in "rap-rap"s, the mind turns into a ornate chest
The sack of fierce memories is full, reality is so boring
Look, the demented mouth starts again "bla-bla", obliged to curse
Cars tumbled down to buildings, behind the mountains, as a matter of course
Look, world, I am ready for years, in disguise

Play, tin trumpet, ta-off
I want to go everywhere but return nowhere

Greatness of the Earth is not visible from Istanbul
Black petty fish swimming in raki and tar, a whirlpool
Capsizing, seemingly a suicide, its rumble befitting my ears
While drinking my fictional dreams in night, I am also a knot to the throat of the morning
This is a war and I don't know each side
I randomly shot left and right non-stop, no hits
I drank dirt to quench my thirst
No, impossible! Send the ashes tomorrow, I am fine just like that
I am a shepherd-of-days* in night, who got out of bohemianist lie
I am about to lose my mind while it's still in my head
Play, tin trumpet ta-off
I want to go everywhere but return nowhere