We used to run and play, too, once Gone are the youth coming the autumn, I can’t walk, I don’t have knees, blood in the vein, The youth flew away, I call him.
Youth was spring, the leaves opened, Cannot stay in place, arteries, We used to run everywhere where our lives, The youth flew away, I call him.
I would wake up and run early I would look for a nest for my offspring, I used to dream in sweet dreams The youth flew away, I call him.
Everywhere is not looking for fresh ointment The doctor cannot heal the current wound, Things don’t last in the field worshiper The youth flew away, I call him.
I wonder where is my missing youth? It doesn’t come back anymore, maybe in the grave, Youth will resurrect in paradise, The youth flew away, I call him.
It was a green leaf, it held up well, The branches gave fruit and took yadellar My faded leaves came to Hazana, The youth flew away, I call him.
Even if it is a large body, the heart cannot be grown With the soul, the devil never sleeps, Those who sleep here cannot reach the Truth, The youth flew away, I call him.
If you came to the world, of course there is death, My spring has passed, autumn has come, At the end of the hüdayi there is Cemalüllah, The youth flew away, I call him.
05.02.2020 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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