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***
What the ***?
What the hell are you doing?
Buddy, what're you doing?
Giving us the finger, that ***! Stop running dammit!
Melodi, just what are you doing?
What's going on?
Melodi, stop bullshitting, leave that.
What, where, just tell me!
Dude.
Come back!
I won't do it.
Why?
Cause I don't want to.
Is it them?
No
Is it me?
No
What's it then?
It's over. That's it.
But your dreams-
Well, *** dreams, okay?
You're all ***. You play like ***. Happy now?
I don't believe that.
Believe it now because I'll be in Ankara tomorrow
What?
Mom's sending me to Dad's. She's getting married.
H-how?
I'm going, I have to go.
You don't have to. We'll run.
We'll run? What are you planning to do?
We'll find a way.
We'll make money by music?
We'll find a way.
No
Melodi...
No
We're all ***, won't you see it?
Now they're better? Whatever happened to that girl who swore at roads?
You know what's wrong? We're not ***. We're lost.
We've got no paths. We're lost on their paths and on their stairs.
On their filthy muddy *** paths, and they don't look dirty 'cause they're jet-black.
We're white and we look filthy, we look filthy on every turn of the road.
They judge only by looking and they push. Now, that's the truth.
I don't want to look filthy anymore, do you get that?
Now kiss me so dirty that I won't ever forget you.
*** dreams, okay? You're all ***-
(laughter)
I love hippos, bloody hippos.
They're especially delicious with rabbits. Bloody hippos