A cezve is a pot designed specifically to make Turkish coffee. The body and handle are traditionally made of brass or copper, occasionally also silver or gold. Though, recently, cezveler are also made from stainless steel, aluminium, or ceramics. The long handle is particularly useful to avoid burning one's hands, and the brim is designed to serve the coffee.
The name cezve is of Arabic origin, but the spelling derives from the Ottoman Turkish spelling in Arabic script (جذوه), based on Arabic جذوة, meaning a burning log or coal (presumably because the pot was heated on them).
Other regional variations of the word cezve are jezve and čezve. In Ukrainian and Russian, the word is spelled джезва (where it exists alongside турка, IPA: [ˈturkə]). In Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia and Czech Republic it is a long-necked coffee pot, spelled "džezva".
See saw - up and down - around and round we go
Too late - we're out on the brink
Our love's in the sink - washed up
And when I'm walking down a rainy street
I think I hear you calling out to me
But it's just an echo I've arranged to meet
Free fall - we're out of control -
We never will know what went wrong
Too bad - what we had for a while
Has gone out of style this year
Your friends told me you moved out of town
I got your address and I wrote it down
I used the pen that you bought for my birthday
And every stroke, you know, reminded me of you
I realize that we'll never be together again
Wait a while - reclaim your loss
But it costs alot - you'll learn
Take five - it heals in time
You'll feel just fine - they say
But I feel it
See saw - in a way I'm glad
Though I still feel sad about you
I know it's too late for changing minds
And I'm still not sure I want to change mine
It's just a tiny part that says that this ain't right
See saw - up and down - around and round
They say it heals in time - they say you'll feel just
fine
In a way I'm glad -
Though I still feel sad about losing you