For Hakan Türkürer, Main Records & DJ House
It’s both misty and cold
But the pale street lamps
Wriggled out from a colorful night
Twirlingly
Wink at the night
At the love looking for loyalty
Concerned with finding
That eternal, endless love
Maybe there is one
It is sweating while dreaming about it
Bitter or sweet
Does it matter
If only he could drink the elixir
It is ready to flow over
From the fountain of the souls
There is one living spirit
But the elixir seems
To flow under a bewitched
River
It gets muddy while flowing Murmuring
With the faithlessness of love
For the pack of wolves
Which are not passing by it
Wolves with the accompaniment of folk songs
And our fighting dogs
Stressed-out and thirsty
At the head of a life watering through
Humanity was scorched out of grief
The spell of the elixir
Of God
Was of service to animals…