çınar [English translation]

It is a plane tree.

and mad of rain.

a drop of Kaira oh her branches.

each sublime arms opens.

opens and fits in azure days.

if you hear it wind from her mouth.

if you sleep her arms for a day.

when you open your eyes, voices painted by.

glazed eyes rolled on me.

that was a beverage, which is touched my heart.

and she bows her arms.

spark the fire at frosty night.

the sky needs a femme fatale like you.

fire is sparking and rolling on my head.

I'm your lover in here.

I can't give up and let me come with you.

and let me be yours.

I will be fit in your drink, let it your glass pouring.

• Artist:Yasemin Mori