THE CITY IS BURIED IN DARKNESS!

Blood on earth, rising sign, a hollow night, a craterless world

I have letters made of wax inside, my silent chain, a blue octopus on my collar

I am a child now, in a multiple choice question, in the distinction between accident and fate

I killed my god, all gods were stillborn in my womb!

The fallen fetus is my sapphire eyes, in the colloquial myth, dark anger

My singing bird swallowed the river on the window sill one morning, a demon parting my hair and my heart made of coal

The hardcover books are getting heavy, a sorcerer on my face is wearing a necklace around my neck

My steel-toothed necklace is choosing a totem for itself and is hanging itself on the signs!

,Ah, Istanbul! The city with seven hills, tulips fall from the roofs and boats full of wine in nude words

The city is in ambush, ships are in my shining blood, violin sounds in my ears towards morning

The hunting torch, Basilica from one end to the other in a golden bottle - they shake the bottle, Istanbul is a bed of pain!

A hand shakes in the air in my sleep - in my dream the Maiden's Tower - a snake grape and apple

The sky closed and the night descended into darkness...