Mutlu Son [English translation]

"If you've come from far away,

Sit down, catch your breath," she said

"If you've come through drought,

Thorny paths,

Darkness,

Shadows,

Desolation,

The cold air that licks your face"

Birth is painful

My beliefs, my fears.

The thing whose answer lies inside us

When asked.

The thing that freezes my blood,

Warms it, stops its flow.

If you are a pen,

A blank paper,

Even if there are happy loves,

There is no happy ending.

The memories of childhood

Are a heavy cloak on your back

They are actually what make

The winter nights cold

What I'm speaking of is not a duration

But the end of everything.

Even if there are happy loves,

There is no happy ending.

• Artist:Teoman