We have risen from the sky in the midst of the earth, how many moons we
have made without habits
, and how many dead bodies have we dug up the body of this dead earth
, how many memories we have made of half-life, wondered
how young we have made from the heart of your stone, O old soil, with blessings,
how much we have stared for purple
from the dark soil, but we have made bones,
you have sung an epic, and we have only sung songs and made bread in your name,
so that we can say that with It was you, how much we made up stories
of ourselves, and the waters of the world fell from the mill, we took the pen in our hands and took out our tongues,
there was love, there was a front, there was war,
all three of us were in love, the lover was tight,
everyone who relied on his weapon alone,
a mother gave her child,
on the night when our tears became like a river
, one of us went missing,
the one who is in order is the one who is in order, the one who is in order
is the soul. It is reaching the souls, whoever is surrounded by the
flame like a butterfly, his body is torn to pieces, his
body is
on the soil and the smell of despair reaches
his clothes, the smell of gunpowder reaches his clothes, the trigger of
a tank on Putin, my friend,
what you say is his living martyr, his
comrades who are behind the barricades, they take the
bones home, the
nameless enemy throwers, the symbol of
bloody pumice, their rosary
being a drop and becoming the sea.
From a lost plaque, the finding of
a lover for whom his body was buried
, he gave up his life until he became Mansour,
I saw a hand go to the moon
without a head and a soul until the conception of Allah,
I saw a hand go to the moon
without a head and a soul until the conception of Allah, there
was love and there was a front and there was war,
all three turned around the lover was tight,
the one who relied only on his weapon
, a mother gave birth to her child.
On the night when our tears became like a river,
one of us went missing, the one
who is recovering from his head, the one
who is reaching the soul
