To Live

I

I know, it is not easy to live,

To give your heart and sing about your darling;

To walk around at nights under the light of stars,

And to feel warm under the sunlight during the day;

To find an oportunity for half a day and,

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

-Thousand tones of blue flow through the Bosphorus-

To be able to forget everything in the blues.

II

I know, it is not easy to live;

But you see

The bed of a dead man is still warm,

The wrist watch is still working on another.

Living is not easy fellows, but,

Neither is to die;

It is not easy to leave this world.