The small machine and the big machine,

Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!For this sickness had made it possible.Sickness, oh sickness! !Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;If not, you can’t even smell my sight at anytime.

Are you hungry for love?Then do attach yourself to the sweet vessels in my room;Are you lonely without love?Then do bring yourself to the sweet bed of roses of my love;Because i do have enough to make glad always.Like to drink the tea from Kenya,Come to me before the hand of the clock changes;And do…

And like the muse of your love,But it is time for me to say, bye-bye!

And like the one who is living among the lions,For i will always watch my steps!

For the ‘pan’ on the stove is like the ‘nap’ of your muse,But be very wise to choose from the right things in life.I will dance to your muse and i will jump over the fence for your love,For my name is Isam and i know my way to your lovely home in the bush;But…

But i will show you the way to Zion,So be at rest with your youth.Be like the rose on the grave stone and,Be like the wine that has settled on its dregs;For i am Silverstern and,I am like a jumper in the wilderness of love!