Who knows, which unknown you are in now?What are you with the person who doesn’t care?
Or in his bosom!
As I remember, it crumble heart finely,
In another country,
Your looks like a sıla folk song.
That you throw my body, land to land,
To the winds.
Now, you say ‘’what have I done?’’
Sometimes to do nothing
Crumbles heart finely,
Quit vaccination and work,
I throw myself into ruined bodies,
You always did nothing.
MESEN/Antalya/September/2016