It is time to go crazy with your chain, to untie the shackles, to become alienated from everyone, to die, not to die like this, to burn our houses and to burn like a fire in the tavern so that we do not get rid of this world, when will we become the opponent of its lips and scales, listen to your honest words from the crazy people so that we do not die, do not think that we will become masculine in the hair of happiness, which is the breaker of the door, it is obligatory to be more important than the head of the shoulder. Let us become wings and feathers, let us open our wings to the garden, like a tree that has perished in this way, because we become a seed, even though we are heavy in the pursuit of your love, like wax, even though our candle follows your light, we become a butterfly , even though we are a king for you, we go straight to you, so that we become wise in the face of your wisdom, we do not breathe in the face of the mirror of love, we become your treasure Muharram, we become like a butterfly, we are like the legend of a headless heart. And we are endless, so that we become the inhabitants of the hearts of the lovers, like a legend, if he makes a disciple, he will reach us to a goal, and he will make us all cogs, Mustafa in our hearts, if he does not walk and sit in our hearts, maybe we will be able to groan, we will become Hanana, we will bend down, so that we must quietly give the constable, like we will go to the house at night.
