Towards morning,
A whore says I'm very sexy
We start laughing at her lie
Mutually and tactfully
On the benches on the wave breakers,
She removed her shoes
She said: "Look, the lights on the bridge
are erasing the stars."
When you scratch its glitter off
Beneath it, the iron is rusty
It should be burnt,
but there are fire exits everywhere
I asked her, "Why did you sell your misery?"
She said, "That was all I had"
"Why did you sell your body?"
"Isn't it better than selling your soul?"
Everyone is thinking in vain, she said,
about the existence of life after death,
as if
there is life before death.
"But, I like you somehow,
maybe it's because of the sorrow in your eyes
And if you hug me like you love me
This body is free for you"
I would say "You are too young"
She said "I am 20, but my soul is a thousand years old"
My feet were cut by rocks, but
it's still good to feel something
On this wave breaker
I was thrown into this world, with this body, alone
Love is simple, so is regret, life is harsh these times
The hawk kills the bird and the raven eats the carrion
Life is a whore, not me
I fear, like the screaming man in the painting
My hands touching my temples
How can I like this world, which is only for one person
while trying to run away
I see, I said, I think you like someone
They are always with you, morning and night
She hugged me for hours, crying
Before she went to work again
I would say "You are too young"
She said "I am 20, but my soul is a thousand years old"
My feet were cut by rocks, but
it's still good to feel something
On this wave breaker
I was thrown into this world, with this body, alone
Love is simple, so is regret, life is harsh these times
The hawk kills the bird and the raven eats the carrion
Life is a whore, not me