Ohh,
in the middle of Meric* my soul has been taken.
My wine splitted into sips
As the dawn shining on boats
the seagulls are at a wedding
the night songs getting heavier
I am Matiz, the world is blues
My cigarette is a pipe, there is smoke on it
I smoke it, I am fringe
to a mandolin's joy
to a corner of a red handkerchief
I convinced, I convinced, I can't hold out.