Oh mighty walls of Constantinople, like bread, guarded by the Marmara lake, like a sea of cream, layer upon layer of defense, like an onion red, shield and spear, like mushroom, chanterelle, oh redeem, the Norman warrior from castle garden with cauliflower trees, parsil, rivers of broth, oh heart of war and peace.
Earth is like a pizza, is it not? Or is it like a tomato, round? Are the planets scattered randomly like grated cheese, or what? Behold the sky, oh humans, what can be found?
As they descended from the misty hills, bearded thunder gods with skin white like dough, blood like tomato sauce, the power of mozzarella, onion and banana.
Man came from the east and west, and cultivated the soil, grew potato for valley and crest, grew corn and cucumber, oh proud farmer’s toil.
Coffee is my immortal life, black like the eye, black like the eye, hazelnut suryp is my wife, sweet and shy, sweet and shy.