TROUBLES

Troubles… troubles…

Troubles that steal me away from my happiness,

Troubles that eat and eat away at me to death…

What silence at night,

What noise in the morning…

Nothing, nothing like any other…

And squeeze me between the bright summer sun and pitch darkness from all sides,

Troubles that press and crush my brain as if it were exploding…

Troubles…

A terrible feeling that blocks my happiness…

Dec 17, 1977
Istanbul