We Did Not Sell Dreams Şiiri - Kasım Kob ...

If my ships sink, the Black Sea will overflow,
We could not taste peace before these cadavers,
The blue of your eyes comes from the deep universe and transcends the sky,
We did not sell dreams, even though it was obvious that it would not come true.

Your soul and brain dance to that melody,
'Everything will be fine one day,' says the poet, this grief will end,
It's like I'm looking at your eyes, not the sky
If you had lived, maybe I wouldn't have come to a dead end like this, Father.

Do not look at these children, not smoking,
They take their troubles inside, come on, bow to their souls,
But hold on tight, don't fall into these sorrows,
Don't get cold next to you while this heart is stunned.