Şairin Adı Yok [English translation]

the poet has no name, they thought the name was you

Sparrow has no wing, when it flew the wings were you

Locked door, i tried, it’s closed

Since the roads grew longer, death is walled door, the lock is you

Wooden tables, misty sound of radios

Boils the quite teapots

if i am the steam, well-steeped’s name is you

suddenly it gets fumy inside

Ballad coffee asks about you

In front of the window- a violet

Let the red one be me, purple one’s name is you

Coffee is tasteless, forty years’ name is you*

A rambling ship, broke off one of the ropes’ is you

Everywhere, there’s sea, I asked the captain where we were

We can’t go further, thinner than hair- al sirat, the path’s name is you

Wooden tables, misty sound of radios

Boils the quite teapots

if i am the steam, well-steeped’s name is you

suddenly it gets fumy inside

Ballad coffee asks about you

In front of the window- a violet

Let the red one be me, purple one’s name is you

• Artist:İncesaz