We used to have a good mood, The little ones used to ask for their sake on eid, There was no nursing home just started, The parent was crowned, the adult was golden.
My old aunt would give us the way, He loved him as a boy, Neighborhood was nice, nice neighbor, Everyone seemed to be friends with each other.
Girls were our sister, we wouldn’t throw the word, It’s like my own little one, its value is the same, We shared a single apple with them, We grew up like a brother with my sister.
We played together, Now people do not know what he is, There was a stick of steel sweet fun, We used to pop corn on the stove.
It was raining a lot, the snow we slid sleds, We did not lose our determination with a wooden tornet, We did not add snow to molasses and eat perseverance, Everything had a different flavor.
There were no bad people in our community, There was no gossip, nobody would The grown-ups warn not to do it, We didn’t know the flick message.
Widow does not take a man home, He would not walk on the street with the bride and groom, Man and woman would sit apart, We had the haremlik selamlýk.
The cinema was opened suddenly to the mahley, The day goes by the family, We would go to new movies in the evenings, We broke down slowly, we got off the road.
We had our grandfather, Our old midwife was in the corner, They guide us, our joy, When the bride did not die, she would not leave the house.
With pajamas on the non-sitting balcony, Nobody wanders in short shorts Girls took off once a month We did not know the way to the classroom.
There was our uncle grocer in the neighborhood, We used to buy chewing gum when we had money, She would never work, our lady daughter, We wouldn’t look at the girl with a bad eye.
My great grandfather succeeded on the road, They would warn the wrongdoer, Frightened women would run away as soon as possible, There are no old uncles on the roads.
The TV came out, it broke the pseudonym, People were more abundant and few, The haram seven nations have gone astray, Big and small is now uncertain.
Technology has come, sickness abound, Let the doctor be clear to us, Are there any healthy people, they are all comatose, With haram, halal people became uncertain.
We used to read books in our house, We used to dream by the stove We used to look for each other and ask about Letters, congratulations are gone now.
We used to be at home with the phone Phone got plentiful, lies everywhere Boy and girl deceive that I’m on the road, There is no longer anybody to lie.
Young people would not meet on the street, There was a grocery store, we didn’t have Aveme, Groceries closed, no on credit, We are now slaves in the hands of the bank.
We wouldn’t eat anything on the roads There was ice cream, summer fun, We filled the net in the market, We used to carry grapes with baskets.
The fat horses were pulling the load, The car spits out and the wheel explodes, The pages are not enough to explain, We lived well, no more.
30.01.2015 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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