9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
I have a knot of mystery,
Love to those who can solve it,
My joy is a blind wedding,
Love to those who can see.
Life yeast says the poet,
The idea is upside down for me,
There comes a moment about the truth,
Love to those who can escape.
I'm not now, it's long ago
A fear may be out of nothing,
There is a row of migrations,
Love to those who can stay.
Man falls into the hand, falls into the tongue,
When a king falls a slave,
Mankind is worshiped,
Love to those who can.
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