İçmeden [English translation]

You know when the night starts

The day passing like a pulse

One after another thought

It will progress humanity

Experience can't be taken away from you

The future is unknown

My lips mumbling

History letter by letter

Your pillow is asleep

Your heart is in doubt

Your hands are empty

You will be the night

Darkness in thoughts

The far distance nearby

The wings are counting

You will be history

If you reach your hand you won't be able to touch it

If you want to say something you won't be able to talk

You are next to Four one

If you are trying to run away from it you won't escape it

Your dreams, your true face, your lies

Your acquaintances, your friends

You are next to Four one

Without drinking one glass you'll be drunk

• Artist:Fikret Kızılok