I found you in the hearth of the prophet, on the way I said goodbye to my warm bed and climbed towards the mountains.
I also found my cries that sat down and made laughter jealous
I found innocent love meant to be told in black and white movies
I found it in the tears in the picture from Cem Karaca, who played on the radio while he was throwing simit to the seagulls on the ferry, and in the tears in the picture, among the iodine smells mixed with the diesel odors of the boats.
I found the beauty in sunsets that were lacking in proportions.
I found it in the longing for the peace that I looked at from afar and reflected in the windows of the houses whose lights were lit
I found myself in the solace of dreams where I drank a cup of tea and I have you
I found you and my way through you lost in the depths of every sleepless night and thank god
Now you're asking, maybe where did I get you from.
After a refreshing and cool April wind coming from you;
Sharing a street kid's cardboard bed
and when they become partners to the table of roadside wineries.
In my respect for the nature of the spider that bit my hand
I found you sniffing and kissing the thorn bleeding my arm
I also saw mercy and I found mercy
just like you showed me
And I thank my poor heart who deserves your love.