Uçurtma

I've come
I've gone

Suddenly, we evaporated
In a room full of books
The world slowly stretched out in front of me

I haven't written my most beautiful song yet
I haven't written my most beautiful song yet

The windmill came with the wind, the wind brought the kite
The kite watched the world with fear through a child's eyes

A pigeon on the sidewalk
Suddenly fell face down
A soul swaddled in swaddling clothes
Overflowed from consciences to the sky

I haven't written my most beautiful song yet
I haven't written my most beautiful song yet

The windmill came with the wind, the wind brought the kite
The kite watched the world with fear through a child's eyes