I Woke Up In The Morning That The Sky Wa ...

I woke up in the morning that the sky was without waves,
The sea is cloudless,
Winds that don't blow have filled my heart,
Every other melody,
Every other longing,
The coldest is the most remote,
I was so cold.

Something I don't do often,
I'm watching the news,
Breaking news,
Turkey has closed flights until April 17,
Am I afraid,
Am I getting worried,
Disease instinct or what?
I don't know..
A panic that had never existed before then grips me.

Why can't the hours pass now,
As if four walls of lead have flowed into my ears,
Something so much,
I do not want to hear it,
I just can't find the answer,
One question remained in my mind,
So why don't you go yet?

We are far away,
Except for those with whom we are bound by the bond of heart,
We have no one here,
I am in an intense emotional spiral,
For the first time, I feel like an expat.

Dripping from thousands of dead memories,
In teal tears,
Undiscovered vapor of longing,
Gull cry,
As if caught by the sound of a steamship,
My eyes are looking for a country that has not been visited.

What should I do now,
A little excitement,
We're looking at tickets,
There was a plane going to Turkey at night,
It was available in the vacant place,
My Lord showed a way out again,
Thousands of thanks.

On the one hand, anxiety,
On the one hand, haste,
We're at the airport fast,
Everything is so normal so far,
After passing through customs,
When I need to relax,
My heart is roaring,
For some reason…

All the shores, all the seas,
The rough waves come over me,
The hooves of the cold winds,
Kissing the footprints of my homeland,
It extinguishes the heart fire.

We are waiting,
There's more to flight,
We came early,
Keep waiting,
The minutes, the hours are so long,
Like any wait.

By the way, there is no incoming plane,
The restlessness begins in the passengers,
A voice from every head,
How many hours passed from the normal flight time,
There is no incoming plane yet,
Thank God, children are tired on the seats,
He fell asleep.

Tonight,
They should just listen,
Opening the curtain of a previously unknown story,
As if secretly,
With a voice without a scream,
A fairy tale bird has entered,
Unaware of dream sessions,
They are compatible.

Come on guys,
If the stars don't come to you,
You go to them,
Like a magic carpet,
On the platform you came out on,
Jumping from stars to stars,
Enter through all the gates of my country,
Together,
Hand in hand … with laughter.

We don't have any other plans,
We just want to return home, that's all.
There are masked people among those waiting,
The plane is finally coming,
I think I will never forget the happiness of the people at that moment,
Give priority to each other,
For the virtue they show even in difficult times,
I will code on the shelves in my mind.

We're on the plane,
I'm sitting alone,
Children behind,
They distribute an information form,
As per the procedure, the form was prepared in Turkish,
In that atmosphere,
Lahuti warmth covers my body.

The stars will fall like pearls in my palm,
It's like I'm going to hug you with collars,
A secluded homeland, my dear heart,
It will turn into an oyster,
It's like I'm dreaming.

I don't have a pen with me,
Actually, I always kept a pen in my bag,
The question of why I don't have my pen now keeps me busy.
I was so nervous that,
I never noticed,
For the first time I was filling with tears,
A form,
On the one hand, to those around me,
I'm trying not to show it.

Why are my hands so cold?
I don't know why,
I am asked for my identity, contact information,
And my residence address,
I don't know my address.

While thinking about what to write,
On the letters that came to our village as a child,
By the hand of so-and-so,
I remember the phrase written,
Although not quite so,
I'm writing a strange address in parentheses,
Opposite the mosque…

When you see the text of Istanbul on the landing,
A warm feeling like a mother's embrace falls into my bosom,
While everyone applauds,
I'm in trouble for praise,
Whatever happens now,
The air of my hometown instantly changes our whole atmosphere.

Hello city of my childhood,
I am Istanbul,
I entrust you to the stormbirds that take wings from me,
I'm looking at you from the sky,
I'm watching you in my heart,
Come on inside my dear,
Now,
Hug me tight,
Hug me.

Welcome on a sunny spring morning,
Glad you came, as if to say,
Welcomes us, my homeland,
And when the smell of Istanbul is added,
Don't ask, let it go,
To our pleasure.

For years,
I've always waited to hear my mother's son's voice,
Every wind blazed and blew,
All aspects of cinema turned into a fire place.

We're finally home,
The phone is full of messages again,
Thank you,
Considering the warnings of our state as an order due to the epidemic,
We lock ourselves at home and don't see anyone,
We are in quarantine at home.

You're no longer welcome, you're gone,
No coming and going,
There's a lot of work to do,
Many books to read,
Many games to play with children,
It's already nice to be filled like this,
We are longing to be together.

On the fifth day a call comes,
Looking for a doctor lady,
The form we filled in on the plane reached their hands,
He asks if we're okay,
I could only hear the first sentence of the doctor,
And then,
I started to cry profusely.

At that moment, I was under the influence of a sense of belonging.
What a powerful feeling it was.
It was quite a different dimension.
I didn't hear anything,
I can't tell you exactly how it feels,
I think.
Did I turn off the phone?
Or when closing,
Even if I said goodbye,
I can't remember.

Carrying the sound of autumn,
It was the season of migration,
What tears would be left alone,
Nor the weeping times,
So I will say that,
He's my secret,
As my temperature,
As long as I'm cold.

This is what you call the state,
Of course it will serve its citizens,
What's there to cry about, right?
Not my brother,
No, it's not like that.
That's not how it works.

God bless our state,
The feeling of homeland permeates all my cells,
It leads to indescribable feelings,
To our roots where we already exist,
It connects me even more.

Good thing we have a place to come,
It is good that we have a homeland,
Good thing our state is alive,
Good thing our nation is safe,
Glad we're here,
It's good that..
All the good pantry,
Thank you,
Thank you.