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The Crossroads

Our violins are leaving, disappearing one by one,
You need an orchestra, in which the drums prevail,
In which, bereft of sounds of the strings,
The melody is solely played by soloist-brasswinds.
 
You won’t be pardoned for persevering, for your enduring will
You didn’t tolerate and left, anticipating the endgame,
You won’t be pardoned on homecoming, when silly passions fizzle out,
When, in the wake of demolition, there will be need for builders.
 
You won’t be pardoned on your failing to withdraw for good
…and for preserving the temple of the spirit,
For condemnation of yourselves, for mocking of their putrid councils,
For failure to end up as drunkards in pungent inns of Life,
And to get lost in their stale smog as miserable martyrs.
 
Have you known a game of chess,
Which only black ones play,
And cast away from th’ stage of Life,
In reticence withdraw the Whites?
 

By the rivers of Babylon

By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down,
We wept, when we remembered Zion.
On willows in its midst
We hanged up our violins
When our captors asked us:
“Words of songs and we’ll be glad,
Sing to us from the song of Zion”.
How shall we sing the song of God
On an alien land?
 
If I shall forget you Jerusalem,
Let my right hand be palsied,
Let my tongue cling to my palate vault,
If I shall not remember you,
If I do not raise Jerusalem
To the head of happiness.
 

Nonsense

I forgot, I'm not waiting for it anymore
Keep your love with you and let the sorrow inside me end
It's a big nonsense for us to be together
Were we tricked by the sun so we burned each other?
Oh no, the bride, no
A smoke took the mountains
 
A love that can neither be read nor written
We have fallen into love without realising
We could become neither a tale nor heroes
There were unspoken and unheard words
The truth is a lie
We could become neither a tale nor heroes
 
I forgot all loves I knew and I have had seen
They were at my side
I never suffered for it
I let my heart fly and take the clouds with it
Sound of rain and the fresh solid
Do they heal the wounds?
 
A love that can neither be read nor written
We have fallen into love without realising
We could become neither a tale nor heroes
There were unspoken and unheard words
The truth is a lie
We could become neither a tale nor heroes
 
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Prostii

Din propoziții ridicole
Nu râde ditrugându-mi viața
Am crezut toate aceste jurăminte
Te-ai pierdut din mâinile mele
 
Viața mea
Te-a luat de la mine
Acum nu am veste de la acele nave
Inima ta mi-a șters ochii
 
A uitat tot ce știa
Off vino din nou
Vino ești toate bucățile mele de adevăr
Visul meu doar pe tine te-a creat
 
Sentimentele mele s-au devastat și mi-a fugit somnul
Am o îngrijorare suferințele mele
Blestem despărțirile inutile
Cu timpul au luat fier drumurile inimii mele
 
Ege Kökenli