The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature
Woman and the Honeysuckle


He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house
with a garden where honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,
and his hands were used to such big things
that the giant could not
make the building,
could not knock on the door
of the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman,
a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort
and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf
with a garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...


NAZIM HIKMET RAN

( Richard McKane )

Never come to me in a rain season
My destiny does not come from a rainy day
I am- the man who hate loneliness
If I hear your footstep in the absence of you
I may be crush on you...

However I don`t want to be in love anymore
I like to live by myself..
Stop! I`m afraid of your footsteps
Don`t come! If I love , I may forget...