Dostlarım [English translation]

My lips dried by fire of love,

Where is the fountain that will give a drop of water?

My eyes on a point asking faraway

Where is my regarded darling as friend for years?

My best friends are my drink, my cigaret

They would leave me too if I had no money

My intimates, has been stranger to me now

"Friend" word is a lie, in this world.

Every evening I have the blues in my heart

While I drink, I am getting itch to break wineglasses

Silent song in my silent lips

As I damn, a fire comes out from inside

Where are those hands that reached to me with love?

Where are those cute words has been said to me?

My beliefs razed one by one completely

Hands are empty that meant to reach for friendship

My best friends are my drink, my cigaret

They would leave me too if I had no money

My intimates, has been stranger to me now

"Friend" word is a lie, in this world.

• Artist:Tanju Okan