Lala Lala, this
year, like every year, she
still knows the arrows and shrapnel of her heart, she still
moans at night under lead and boots,
dont sleep quietly, dont you see the flower without thorns and without resentment
, the flower is sitting in her chest
, the rain is not there, the barrage of gunpowder
is the punishment for our good lovers, is this?
Dont be afraid of the enemys bullet,
Ladan flower, which is the skin of the sap of the skin of my land,
the hot stove of the cold of the night, the trench, the
reason for going and going,
dont sleep slowly, the unbelievable almond flower, the delicate
flower, tired, the feathered flower,
dont say the wind of the province has thrown the feathers, the brave take the
height from the head again, rise from the head to the
top of the fountain,
dont say this cloud without rain,
like the brave friend, dont break the
enemy, see if the head breaks until the head is down
. We know the same voice,
we dont let us be bad even with each other, we
used to read white books, we used to think of a night
of felt,
dont say that we went to a thousand suns, a thousand moonlights,
dont say where to jump again
, read with me, dont be afraid of the enemys bullets,
come out of this swamp,
dont say our piety, surrender and sacrifice,
dont say that our destiny has a hundred knots,
doubt the message of the crow,
doubt that the night is nothing but darkness. Dont come
to sleep when you hate the chain,
dont sleep, when the blood from the night is screaming
, when reading is sinful
, sing with me, come to me, dont say its too late,
the silence of the glass of the night is sad,
but your anger has a strong fist,
dear Fridays of love and freedom,
the crow full of games has a world with you
, dont sleep, dont be longing for the table of wheat flowers,
dont be confused in the hallway of the story,
dont sleep on the pillow of butterfly feathers
that lack your screams. These people!
Lala Lala is no longer a tulip flower.