Üstüme Basıp Geçme Yar [English translation]

Even if you leave my hand

my love would enough to me,

I would get thirsty for your kiss,

I would divert myself but I wouldn't tell you.

I would say; maybe it's a lie, a game

I would feel frightened, anyhow

Worse luck that the rains

has penetrated you inside.

Isn't that hatred,

all of the love makings are pretended.

It's as if you were not the half of

my bed.

I would feel cold, even if I embrace.

My rebellion is for my burning, even the death hushes

Is that you who turned and left, hey woman

my pride falls down

just so look at my face,

don't trample me, love.

• Artist:Gökhan Kırdar
• Album:Tutunamadım - 1995