The Labor Is Ours Şiiri - Yorumlar

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If you ask about my hunger and satiety,
The stove is ours, but the food is not ours.
The thief appeared in the black-faced nights,
Sleep is ours, dreams are not ours.

The oxen look crookedly at the harvest,
The red earth burns the white seeds,

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