(Suphi, Suphi, a weirdo
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Suphi, Suphi, my dear liver)
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Nobody knows where he is from
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(Suphi, Suphi, a weirdo
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Suphi, Suphi, shut up, it's evening)
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Das Kapital in a pocket
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Das Kapital in a pocket
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Cannabis seeds in a pocket
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(Suphi, Suphi, a weirdo
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Suphi, Suphi, my dear liver)
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"In a boat left over from the storm
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In resignation, his magnificent beard
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And in his makeshift parka
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With his hidden adventure
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There lived a strange man
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He was silent in the evening
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If I spoke, he would get angry
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It was a town of exile
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It was an old time, it was June
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I was a child, I ran away from home
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I came and took shelter in her
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A small put, it fit
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Maybe he was the one who discovered this place
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The lights of the town were lit in the distance
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I was filled with my mother, I would cry
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Suphi used to take a glance
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A secret cigarette would turn black, he would cry
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Then we'd make up, I'd play the flute
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The cigarette would go out, we would cry
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I didn't know where it came from
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He was orphaned, maybe without an identity
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His adventure would interest him
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would not touch anyone
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He was always cursing at something.
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He slept like a restless fish
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Sometimes lost, I would search
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stood in the rain
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He had a thick book, kept in his pocket
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He would read every day, I wouldn't understand a thing
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I wouldn't have watched the cover
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It was a bearded picture. |
Who was it?
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how grateful I was
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I asked Suphi one day:
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'Why I don't understand what you are saying';
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What you know, he said, face life
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And don't be afraid to test
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Then you can separate right from wrong
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And you can understand it
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Then he would laugh
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My days would be spent wondering about hundreds of details.
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Then it would be evening again, Suphi kept silent
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If I spoke, he would get angry
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Seagulls landed on the boat
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My heart would burn for Suphi, I would cry
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Suphi would spit in the sea, scan the sky, cry
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Then we'd make up, I'd play the flute
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The star would fall, we would cry."
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(Suphi, Suphi, a weirdo
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Suphi, Suphi, my dear liver)
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Nobody knows where he is from
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(Suphi, Suphi, a weirdo
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Suphi, Suphi, shut up, it's evening)
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Das Kapital in a pocket
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Das Kapital in a pocket
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Cannabis seeds in a pocket
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(Suphi, Suphi, a weirdo
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Suphi, Suphi, my dear liver)
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“It was a town of exile.
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It was an old time, it was June
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I was a child, I ran away from home
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I came and took shelter in her
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One day something went wrong, my mother found me
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Suphi escaped and disappeared
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The town was agitated, it was an event
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I was silent, my blood froze
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When the cops found him he was the only one, it was a disaster
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Everyone gathered in the square
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It was like a proud rifle as he entered the police station.
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He suddenly turned and looked at me.
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'Do you understand?', he said
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'I understand.' |
I said, I understand
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And after that day;
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I've never, nowhere, never cried" |