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.                
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