The moon has set,
You, too, have left…
Your eyes,
Your half an hour long words.
Leaving nothing behind…
A quiet waltz in the evening…
Like the usual dance of the birds
and of their false friends, the hunters…
The moon has set,
You, too, have left…
Your eyes, winking towards loneliness,
are of a silent and blurry green
The night can be deceitful…
For now, the whole city is in pitch black…
(Translated by Selin Ozgen)
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