Bilmece [English translation]

Early singing cut off the heads of these roosters,

Early roosters crowing, mute the sounds of their voice,

Thousands of beauties, only one is selected,

Thousands of beauties, only one is loved.

My dreams of another, other realities,

But I do not care,

Words are used primarily in mourning,

Grieving a cause.

You got into my mind like a puzzle,

I could not figure out how to fill the empty spaces,

Should I continue or give up? It is your choice,

Or love or make war? Tear off and discard this mask.

• Artist:Ogün Sanlısoy
• Album:Üç