A keresés eredménye

If I had only one apple

I'll cut my apple in two:
Half for me,
Half for you
I'll cut my smile in two:
Half for me,
Half for you
I'll not sahre with you my pains, but as may last breath
I'll keep it secured to the breast, until the moment of my death.
 

My heart
 
This heart of mine,
Is like a train wagon,
It has one thousand and one stations,
At each station a passenger would leave it,
A passenger would force themselves on board,
However, ever since this heart of mine has become a wagon,
There’s been a stubborn passenger on board,
Won’t get off,
Won’t get off,
In a corner of this world that passenger is in search of their own name,
That passenger is in search of their own eyes,
That passenger is my wound,
That passenger is my grin and my cry,
That passenger is KURDISTAN,
The nest of my first love.