I

I

I know, it is not easy to live,

I know living isn't an easy thing to do

To give your heart and sing about your darling;

Or falling in love and singing of your girl

To walk around at nights under the light of stars,

Taking a stroll under the stars at night

And to feel warm under the sunlight during the day;

Warming up in the sunshine by day

To find an oportunity for half a day and,

Sneaking out for half a day to take it easy

To be able to sit back on the Çamlıca hill...

On top of Istanbul's loveliest hill

-Thousand tones of blue flow through the Bosphorus-

- Countless shades of blue flow in the Bosphorus -

To be able to forget everything in the blues.

And to forget all in the legions of blues.

II

II

I know, it is not easy to live;

I know living isn't an easy thing to do

But you see

But look

The bed of a dead man is still warm,

The bed of a dead man is still warm,

The wrist watch is still working on another.

A dead man's wrist watch is ticking.

Living is not easy fellows, but,

Brother, living is no easy affair,

Neither is to die;

But dying isn't easy, either.

It is not easy to leave this world.

Leaving the world isn't easy at all.