Düşler [English translation]

There are dreams that can't be sold

Can't be told in depth

Can't be erased from hearts

And sometimes cannot be replaced

Close your eyes and think

A sea made of silk

A sky made of cotton

Two buds in our hearts

Maybe you and I, we two

Our eyes are aware of each other

Our thoughts, our dreams that can't happen

Neither can be bought nor sold

Money crawls on the ground

As these days pass

As we understand the life

Value of many things

Gets lower and lower

• Artist:Fikret Kızılok