2018.04.17.
i condemn you, heart
I condemn you, heartyou ask condition to who has no sympathy.
Instead of nightingale,
you ask the rose from crows
where do I take this secret pain of mine
your love made us blind
At the city which hasn't got any blacksmith,
you ask for shoe to your love horse
The lord has given the sight to the eye.
He is the lead, showing the way out.
You asking to silent and deaf,
the road through seasons.
you despise the 'pir dede'*
you don't listen to him
you don't see your own fault
you search for the fault at everybody else.