Aç Sesini [English translation]

Let it cold wind blow from the north

If my hands are in your pocket

Turn your back, let your skirt fly

Let my hair touch your face

Let it rain cold on you

If your lashes dry

If you have independent dreams

Let the sky punctured

Be song, be poetry and write my lines

Make noise, destroy order

Don't be silent, open yourself

Don't play three monkeys

Be the sound, plug in

Turn on the light, set up your stage

See yourself as an important thing

Life is a song you don't know

Turn up the sound, turn up the sound...

Turn up the sound, turn up the sound...