Uzakların Türküsü [English translation]

In a dark early black

I became a sad wanderer

My eyes gaze at far away

I became an illusion, a dream

City burns, sea is quiet

Factories puke poison

These places aren't like us

I became a land of my own

A defender on it's lead

Revolt become a current issue

I'm Özdil, my soul is battered

I got very wasted

• Artist:Özlem Özdil