If from inside of all my poetry You take out the flower,From the four seasons One of my seasons will die.If you take out my lover,Two of my seasons will die. If you take out the bread,Three of my seasons will die. If you take out the freedomMy year will die and I will die also.sherko bekes
If from inside of all my poetry
You take out the flower,
From the four seasons
One of my seasons will die.
If you take out my lover,
Two of my seasons will die.
If you take out the bread,
Three of my seasons will die.
If you take out the freedom
My year will die and I will die also.
sherko bekes