9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
People lie dead in Istanbul under cypresses,
Or he lives as if he were dead, to reach under the cypress as soon as possible.
He sees the green when he lies down, gets power from it, rises above it.
It lives in gray for decades, in need of a starry night.
But everyone has patience, there is a bang; He said "not that much".
But everyone has a credit card, lots of debt,
Birden kapandı birbiri ardınca perdeler
Kandilli, Göksu, Kanlıca, İstinye nerdeler?
Som zümrüt ortasında, muzaffer, akıp giden
Firuze nehri nerde? Bugün saklıdır, neden?
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Kandilli, Göksu, Kanlıca, İstinye nerdeler?
Som zümrüt ortasında, muzaffer, akıp giden
Firuze nehri nerde? Bugün saklıdır, neden?
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