freud diye bir şey yoktur

• remind me in the end of june that we burn my infancy
  
  to be kissed by you babe would do make me perhaps french
  i come down into the city - a cinema verges into rain
  automobile gets invented , zarifoğlu dies
  niggers in the earth those all elder than that forty
  
  -senegalese not included-
  
  if you kiss me babe perhaps the boulevards get do infected
  political science would produce its corpses in contemporary landscapes
  then though you can bump a mystic off bashing
  life is somehow beautiful sweetheart , you as well
  
  did i disturb you so ?
  
  if you kiss me babe perhaps our love finds its practical compensation
  what a cogent suicide attempt is now coming in eye to an eye
  of course loving you is just like riding a horse
  and of course it's so efficient jumping down the horse
  
  -nothing called freud-
  
  you kiss me then i perhaps do become gangsterise
  may be i would be a poet and make you taken nearby my side
  you gotta know ; you're the unique rose blossomed on my chest in which way
  that is to say : either these hands to be kissed or you get exterminated
  
  bottoms up then i refresh the tea !