How sometimes the yarn slips our grip
How there sometimes is no other solution than time
How sometimes all our lives stand still
Is the murder (I assume "katli" comes here from "katil", but there was something else, I just cannot remember its meaning), the condition of experience that, anyways?
The next day, the name of love could change, what a pity, then!
If you run after every beat, your heart fatigues.
How I get angry at myself, sometimes.
Sometimes, the "sometimes" accrete.
Would you remember, what bad things happened to us and passed?
By whom I looked all over for you, would you believe in love?
But I have not found you with strangers, would you believe that?
If I now said, "I am better", would you take umbrage at?
The next day, love's name might change, what a pity, then!
If you run to every beat, your heart fatigues.
How I enrage myself, sometimes.
Betimes, the "sometimes" augment.
- Racism is not far, it is in everybody's nature. Detect thy fears, thy prejudices, and live in unison with these fears and every being that does not harm thee.