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  • Yazarın fotoğrafıAhmet Serhat Acar

Gaußstraße 81 Revisited

I think I forgot how to write

What do you think? Am I right?

Will this dark and dull night finally sink in the blue sky?

It seems true

All the things we’ve gone through were only this foul play’s crew

Still, I cannot help myself with wondering

If he were here, what would Zimmerman do?


An electric train working perfectly goes with the flow all year long

But my soul and your visions always stay here where they belong

Hard to see, impossible to hear

But easy, so easy to feel

Everything around me I think they’re not real

Whatever, I smell a sense

Guess I’ll need a shelter


Cause I hear the rain falling

It’s calling me

Should I give it a hand or let it flow?

Would it matter in the end?

Even I know that you’ll say no


Violin playing in the background

Although there is no such a thing

I’d never call myself king, but you did

So be it

Often I forget what I have, often I lose wars and games

Time goes by, babies cry

Up in the sky, the dark bird flies too high

Sings that I could have failed big, but I did give up on the right thing


The boy on the street is new to the world

Does what he wants and repeats what he learned

No face so a mask and a coat being all he has

He dresses himself from a stolen suitcase

Claims that he might as well be Cain

But anybody with x-ray eyes can see that the boy’s only vain

Angels follow him wherever he goes

Whether to help him or to sue him, who knows


Now I hear the rain falling

It’s calling me

Should I give it a hand or let it flow?

Would it matter in the end?

Even I know that you’ll say no

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