Your Hair Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

Your hair,
It swells in a troubled silence,
Suddenly,
Like a ray of hope on the edge of the abyss,
And our eyes are growing,
In the thin syllables in your voice,
The anger of the dark grows,
The rage of the streets.

Your hair,
It drifts towards the sky,
Pray and pray.

And pluck your hair,
Kikkizil,
Apocalypse.

Your hair calls to eternity,
Your hair is the pioneer of light,
Your hair is burning me.

Your hair,
In the rebellious bosom of silence,
He's fertilizing.

An old history page,
Attractive,
Your hair,
Murders, coffee tables,
And my father's beard,
Cotton cotton,
Dreams on strings provoke,
Your hair.

Your hair,
Makes fire,
On earth.

Their cries embrace the heavens,
It's your safety.

Your hair,
Their backs are glowing.

Your hair,
It fills the abyss,
And for all hearts,
Must be full,
This is news.

Break for your hair,
Kik Red,
Apocalypse.

Your hair is flying to the sky,
Pray and pray.