2020.10.04.
The Canny
Run, run to me!With your round-feet
Like a prebred horse
Your body is
Run, let's run away from sufferings
Let's check if grapes got matured
One smile for two words and a kiss
Let us make our bodies a pair
You are officially mine, come arround
Your blood boil, thy head is straight
Those eyes lovely
Pleases me well enough, merry
Ah anew moon arises in the horizon
What evil eyes be staring, eh
No one afraid of the mirth of the house
On vines, our sun and children
Within the arbour, they fall asleep
Let your sister baste the Bazlama, into the quarry
We are merry, let the world be heard!