Hırslı adamlar at kosturmadan cayırlara... hemde canları pahasına, cayırlarında adı yoktu!! belki vardı be guzelim! eski kavimlerin lehçesindendi o unutulmuslar, simdi hepsi cayırları canları gibi isteyenlerin!! /ZORBA/ LYRICS/SIIRLER Above the sea the multicoloured cloud On the sea the silver ship Inside the sea the yellow fish At the bottom of the sea the mauve weed In front of it a naked man Stands and thinks Should I be the cloud? Why not the ship? Should I be the fish? Why not the weed? Nothing of that You must be the sea my boy! With its cloud, With its ship, With its fish, With its weed. BACK