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Sebastian, I cannot say to you it is the snow of this peak for sure
Every branch you wake up on, every patch you roll over, they are not yours
You have not given birth to them Sebastion, how come you would feel
One gets halved in two, yet neither like pomegranate nor a watermelon at all
It is not that simple to appreciate a spell
Gathering his things and baggage, one travels into his stomach
And becomes impure

Sebastian, I used to have in old days red animals
Howling in the night for two of us out of two of us
If both of us love a man, would it bring about a rose
And how about both of us get on a dolmush, and get refreshed
Why don’t we listen to heartsick folk songs and to chew the fruit in those
My being mixed up in an affair
Would it be evident to my lover

At some time I was in love with a rhino
He took a look at me for once
I was gulping for him…
I was parched for him…
At one time I was ceased

Sebastian, did you have a trouble with your heart at some time?

Translated by Mesut Senol