Gece Melek Ve Bizim Çocuklar [English translation]

The night gets cold , it calls it's angels

Behind street children

all snuggled up to

Knives was drawen out olur hearts are watchfull

This streets dedicate fears

We took to each other with lust

And we made love

We died we killed

There's nothing left we will lose

Just like someone else can be to us excluding to us

The night, angel and our children

We dangled from every cliff

We sold his mum

We make cried his dad

Did we down or did we up?

These are the complicated works

• Artist:Gökhan Kırdar