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müzik dinle video izle While My Footsteps Were Weeping to Pudding Stones* / AKKAWhile My Footsteps Were Weeping to Pudding Stones* Abdulkadir AKDEMİR The desert coloured wind waved Then I drilled pearls to the shore I wanted your eyes to turn green I wanted to fill your eyes with tears Let’s pick up the esence of mysterious hyacinth And while you were going, I said We had to lay out Poetic words of nightingale to your way The mourning I am alien cries on my shoulders Expediotionary blue moves other lands near you The paling sheets live the fall Your farewell spreads from your hands To your mouths While your footsteps were weeping to pudding Stones Betrayal lights the stems of red And your agress was a betrayal form e At the terrace where a murder is hidden Your voice was a death knife wound I bury you to a smiling photo of you Bumb myself to a quiet corner of a notebook Thinking it will stay as a momento I am typing The death time Creaking sayings look smiling you know Even the events will happen between us ore shocked now My voice pitches from the window of an eternal suffering A scream that lulls nobody To my hair ıI dressed white shroud And it should finish I said Kneeling down in front of the death blue My remained ashes I will throw to bilious fishes At least they will not cry *”bizim mahalle” için çeviren: Buket KÖYTEPE 23:40 - 2009-10-22 - yorum yaz
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