I I know, living is not easy, Falling in love, singing ballads for it; Wandering under shiny stars at nights, To get warm at days with sunlight; To spare a half-day, And take a break on Çamlıca Hill… -Thousand tones of blues flow through Bosphorus- To forget everything among blues. II I know, living is not easy; But Some dead man’s bed is still warm Another has a clock ticking in his arm Living is not easy brother, Nor is death; It is not easy to leave this world.
Translated by: Doğa Aslan