27 Şubat 2012 Pazartesi
I'm walking in a time of fall
broken seashells in the middle of Time
These are waves that accept no grieving
as my bare feet watching the heartbroken stars.
The choir's voices of the silence come down from the mountains
to the boom of my suffering, through the plains
As the conversations of the ivies being interrupted
this revolution will finish, in the rocks wrinkled.
As a well-off evening rang the door of my sun,
Left me with my loneliness, left from a broken time.