Yol şahit, kime ne?
The road is a witness, it's nobody's business
Varmazsam da bana kar.
Even if I don't arrive, I benefit.
Sen şahit, kime ne?
You are the witness, it's nobody's business
Uzanır ak düşler bana.
White dreams reach out to me.
Sözlerim ıslık olsa,
I wish my words were a whistle,
Dumansız ateş olsa,
A smokeless fire,
Fikrime sel olsa.
A flood to my idea.
Sermayem düş olsa,
I wish: Dreams were my capital,
Ömür nehirmiş yıkansam,
And I could bath in life, which was a river
Efkarım yel olsa.
And my sorrows became a breeze