In Odessa, the Turkish have conquered the part of the world
I cannot get your honey for a *** of gold
As you make pure art out love so secret
Love is like the brush strokes of the sky administered with thirst
We watch paintings in the morning
With a cup of coffee in the evening
The world has not changed from the Byzantine period
The stars are still far and the fault still lies in us
Caesar conquered more than he could adore
Yet, I will treat you as a clam treats its pearl
Rounded around it like a sleeping boy