We are living for free;
The air is for free, the clouds are for free.
Hills and dales are for free;
Rain and mud are for free;
The outside of cars,
The entrance to movie houses,
The store windows are for free;
It is not the same as bread and cheese,
But salt water is for free;
Freedom will cost you your life,
But slavery is for free;
We are living for free,
For free.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
sad commentary
Well he carried a sadness with him in his life. Died young, too, from complications of a fall in a pothole in the streets of Istanbul.
poor man
But he wrote some really fine poetry in those precious years.