My father used to say that we had been thrown out of our hatred We had built the house with our hearts
My mothers love house I was planting a flower in the garden My fathers soul house Awakening Shadow for sleep
The looter flood came out of the river broke and took Plast and passed the house The looters hand Viracheed Kurdish Piros father Crazy Mother I wounded my tired I write the last word Who comes in my hand to make our blood again
My father said we were threw our hatred We were in the snow and the wind and the rain Planting My fathers soul house was He didnt like anything in the way of the house
The house was placed for the sun and water The bright light for the wake of the shadow
the looter flood passed by the River Falted and broke the looter Kurdish Killed my old father Mother crazy
Now I stayed and these are angry and angry madness I am wounded my tired I write the last word Who comes in hand Again Whos coming in my hand to make our blood again
