9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
To be the hope of pale faces,
To take the pain of the dead hearts,
Letting the water flow of exhausted bodies,
To those who say that it is God's order, I am human.
Finding the cure of the incurable wound,
To be the folds of your cracked lips,
To be the stars of bottomless worlds,
To those who say that it is God's order, I am human.
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