People no longer have confidence, Souls don’t leave the house, Hopes run out, no dreams left, I don’t travel in the big city anymore.
Look like a dry leaf, I’m dehydrated, I trusted friends, I lost my life, I’m offended, angry with friends, and hurt, I’m scared souls day and night
I loved everything, I would run to a friend If I saw a needy, I would immediately thrill, Finally see, I am in need too, I’m looking for souls to look at the album.
I don’t have a penny left in my pocket anymore There is neither medicine nor grape in my saddlebag, What does it do, what do I eat, the big riddle, I do not put something in my stomach.
What is your friend relative’s grudge against me? Hello, there is no morning, what is the pain, If the end is the grave, what is the pain, I cry souls in my quiet house.
Unfaithful chick laid on the roads, Children parted the road for good, Tell me who are right I am burning souls in the waterless fountain.
It is a divine rule that every comer dies, Fresh bodies come and breathe, Finally the soul leaves the body, I stay as if souls are in the grave.
My dear dears, I go too, Allah’s Messenger, I will take the road, My body decays into a soil, I’m looking at you souls from there.
26.03.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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