Sakin - Kırmızı Oda (English translation)
The Red Room
Imagine a red room
Lying on the floor
On the wall, a nameless star
How old it has got.
Why should all these redundancies be familiar?
What couldn't it create if it wanted,
The fear over your head?
A loneliness, you are quiet
With aches piercing me everywhere
I got up, I looked and the morning...