9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
The earth shook, the bodies and heads of many were left in the wreckage,
Their nights did not have a morning, tomorrow's work was left in the wreckage.
Even though school was starting this week, ironed clothes were ready on the shelf,
Meatballs and bread dishes were left in the wreckage in the lunch box.
Oh my God, it's like the apocalypse broke out, we entered the rainy ground, the ground backfired,
Âheste çek kürekleri, mehtâb uyanmasın,
Bir âlemi hayâle dalan âb uyanmasın.
Âğuş'u nev-bahâr'da, hâbîdedir cihân;
Sürsün sabâh-ı haşr'e kadar, hâb uyanmasın.
Devamını Oku
Bir âlemi hayâle dalan âb uyanmasın.
Âğuş'u nev-bahâr'da, hâbîdedir cihân;
Sürsün sabâh-ı haşr'e kadar, hâb uyanmasın.
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