Her An Gitmeler Üzerine [English translation]

the caravan creaked in the "almost" morning

the same melody came out of my whistle

the last sip of the city was over at night

an invitation came from the roads in the almost morning

different sun, different sea ( the salt of the water was different)

which was dropping from the wing of the seagull

at the almost morning, across the roads ( a song of loneliness)

the same melody came out from my whistle

the caravan was on the road, it was moving

the road which continues to the inside of "man"

the last sip of the city was over at night

badem came from the road in the "almost morning"

different sun, different sea ( the salt of the water was different)

which was dropping from the wing of the seagull

at the almost morning, across the roads ( a song of loneliness)

the same melody came out from my whistle

• Artist:Badem
• Album:Badem - 2005