Renkler sarmalında bir düş/A dream in a spiral of colors

Bir garip rüya rengiyle
Uyuşmuş gibi her şekil
Rüzgarda uçan tüy bile
Benim kadar hafif değil.



Against a strange colour of dreams
As if every form was drugged,
Even a plume hovering in the wind
Is not lighter than I am.





She comes in colours everywhere
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colours in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colours
Have you seen her all in gold?
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots her colours all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen a lady fairer?