I lost my soul from you people,
You thought my rotting teeth were smiling abouhava,
My garments were more valuable,
The bag I carry in my hand,
The dirty laundry in my stash,
My nails are filed,
Welcome to my non-bleeding places.
The way you look at my pale eyes after work in the evening,
As timid as the cares you give to the gods,
Cowardly like your prayers for miracles,
I lost my soul from you people.
Abilife water,
Brother, life is water,
Abouhava climate,
Water is dear,
Life too dear,
Be holy like water,
Abilife,
Man is water,
Water is human,
Water is life,
Life is water,
Water is life.
Is this cowardice that I have suffered for me?
Do you worry about the heart, tell me is it a cure?
As if indispensable abouhava?
There is no suffering, no sadness that I did not suffer,
I was silent, I have nothing to say.
Kayıt Tarihi : 5.9.2022 21:35:00
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