I

I know, it is not easy to live,
To give your heart and sing about your darling;
To walk around at nights under the light of stars,
And to feel warm under the sunlight during the day;
To find an oportunity for half a day and,
To be able to sit back on the Çamlıca hill...
-Thousand tones of blue flow through the Bosphorus-
To be able to forget everything in the blues.

II

I know, it is not easy to live;
But you see
The bed of a dead man is still warm,
The wrist watch is still working on another.
Living is not easy fellows, but,
Neither is to die;

It is not easy to leave this world.