OH..the good neighbour, we could not find you very easily br we long for in a long year your serene comforting balcony br we stood wineless in the middle of the burning hot plain br all over wearied and our lips dry, cracked and drain br br we began our journey towards you when the gypcies were migrating br we stopped on the places flowing brooks and picked up roses in the morning br we drew our cart to slopes with two horses br now we have come to you difficultly on the ungreased axles br br there is the most fleshy sheep from our herd br the most fresh and live yogurt from the newly tinned bucket br we prepared the most delicious cheese in the furry-bag for you br we all have come full..it is our turn, the year to offer to you br br oh the good neighbour, at last we have found and reached you br let us celebrate this and dance the black sea folk dance horon immediately br before you sweep up and all clean your september balcony br br Nedret GURCAN...