Şeytan [English translation]

May all the best loves be ours, ours

I got a bad name, "sick", there's no one who looks at this face

They suppose that love kneels down before us, before us

In these times, those who travel a lot do not get a visa any more

Life, why are you tiring me?

If it's sinful, then why do you spoil the game?

Many reasons.. The devil's telling me, go up to her,

Don't pronounce her name, tease her

No one knows if the crazy destiny will bring you to my way

The soul becomes upset, it's not made of stone

It's not a kind of love that you can bear

This soul/heart is not hungry for anything (it's picky)

No one knows if this one will satisfy it

• Artist:Serdar Ortaç