2021.01.19.
December 24
I'm sending clouds over Cairo to the SouthEvacuate all stations of Adana
Friendly clouds like my eyes
To cry on...
The hours will be five and twenty.
The calendars have 24 December on their chest
I'm looking at Old pictures
Salim will think of me!
Suleiman will put a second bullet in fate
Stop! I can't say
In the smell of Postal, in the smell of gunpowder
A military wind will blow...
Cengiz passed himself on that record
Habib on his right is empty on his left
Always that bitter song on your lips wobbly wobbly
'He's Gone, He's Not Coming.'..
Endless nights on the dice of Agbash
Grief in cigarette smoke
Stop, you idiot!
Where's home? Where's Berlin? And Antep!
Ana avrat will go straight ahead...
I'll listen to a second song on a drunken night
My head is on Yasin's shoulders
Ergun, this glass is in your honor
'Crying is not worth a life'
Longing is over or it's over...
It will fill my eyes with past years
I'll think of smart, SAIMS, Emin
A thousand memories will miss me that day
I want to come I can't come
I'll stop and look at the heavens, mother, the heavens
A 'oh, buddy!'he will rise!