9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
I am an Anatolian child,
A little crazy,
Does the one who looks at the world with pity gets angry?
Did he love, forests burning in him,
A pistol from years without lies,
I'm not afraid of snakes as much as I'm afraid of lies.
I don't understand this world.
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