I am going to the West,
In a train with a pain on my chest,
My heart is broken by many arrows,
My soul is surrounded by many sorrows
I look through the window;
See nothing but my head and elbow.
Inside;
An old man is sleeping,
An old woman is knitting,
A conductor is trying,
A baby is crying,
A train is a crowded place,
But none do there embrace.
Kayıt Tarihi : 27.3.2009 09:12:00
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