Night is singing blues with wrong falsetto,
In my fingers dies a cigarette,
You’re the one
But why so much directions?
Where are you?
No answer--dead objections.
Earrings and bracelets are my fetters.
You are gone..
But you still breathe in letters.
Here your voice
It’s touching lids of blindness
Here the choice
İmpartial, regardless.
Sew my veins
I need them for tomorrow,
Zip my soul
But don’t unveil the sorrow.

Questions
Only questions,
Silly stupid questions.
You know the answers.
I sold my love for nothing,
Got nothing in exchange.
Broken dreams,
Broken hearts,
Broken hopes.
I sold my love;
I am standing outside,
Rain slaps my face,
Yes it’s me
Behind your window,
Touching your shadows
Begging for a drink
I am always sick
And thirsty.
I sold my heart, my pride, my conscience
I tore off my desires,
But their pieces still disturb me
I should have sent roses
To the graves
When you cross my mind.
But.. I sold my mind as well.