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Hapishane çilem kaç günde dolar, Ağrıyor yaralar yüreğim sızlar, Oğlanım okumaz evlenmiş kızlar, Gözlerim kapıda bir haber arar.
Hakim Bey ne olur çıkar buradan, Otuz yıl biter mi cenazem çıkar, Hanım gelmez oldu koru Yaradan, Yurt yuva dağılmış,ciğerim yanar.
Aman Hapishane düşmem eline, Bir af yokmu Kardaş gözlerim bakar, Düşürmesin Mevlam kahpe eline, Gözler görmez olur dillerin susar.
Aç insan uyumaz geçmez geceler, Sabahlara değin kapıya bakar, Kalmadı takatım bitmiyor günler, Buradan vallahi cenazem çıkar.
20.07.2015//KIRIKKALE HİDAYET DOĞAN
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drop TO THE PRISON ..
See the prison in your dreams, Neither come nor go, Eyes will not hear, eyes look blind, Whatever you ask or hear.
Step inside the door and see it on the horse, The tears of your eyes will flood, See a side glance at the tree in the ward, Attack, the scoundrels flash the shaman.
Don't seek mercy, dream on the ground, They don't look at the fallen Ask the administration for help and see, Things always look at existence here.
Freedom out there, you're condemned here, where do you say death is so boring, like a lioness cat, it happens here, Take the pulp under your feet.
There is no law, regulation, search in vain, The strong rise above the weak, Guard principals in the sleeping room, In the desolate, knives hurt.
The large stone courtyard of the prison, He looks out into the invisible air, Volta throws there sentence prisoner, The days will soon become obsessed.
The sun does not rise in prisons, where is my mother, my eyes search, My pocket money does not come, brother does not call, My accumulated debts asks the housekeepers.
In how many days my prison pain is full, My wounds are aching, my heart aches, My son does not read, married girls, My eyes search for news at the door.
Hakim Bey, please get out of here, Will my funeral be over thirty years, Mistress has ceased to come, protect the Creator, The homeland is scattered, my lung burns.
Oh, I don't fall into prison, Is there no forgiveness, Kardaş, my eyes look, Don't let Mawlam fall into his hand, Your eyes will not see, your tongues will be silent.
Night does not pass when hungry people sleep, He looks at the door until the morning, I have no more strength, the days are not over, From here, I swear to God's funeral.
20.07.2015 // KIRIKKALE HİDAYET DOĞAN
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