-Sürgün Ülkeden Başkentler Başkentine-
From The Exiled Country To The Capital of The Capitals
what news is there about the birds in your homeland
there is a spring rising from the grave
dont be scared of the love executioner as long as there is a beloved
beyond being and non-being there is a being
the fault is not always mine, there is a look burning,destroying me
in imitation of that song, there are verses to be sung
dont tell me about the destiny, there is a destiny above the destiny
there is a decision from the sky whatever they do
that the sun set doesnt matter, there is an architect restoring the night
even if i am burned, there is a castle made of my ashes
and there is a victory growing defeat by defeat
there is a key on you so as to reach the secret of the secrets
in your breast there is a vein, calling your exile back
i wont abandon my hope in you,as there is a plane tree called grace in your heart
my beloved,
oh my beloved,
my dear beloved...
(adles)
Benim çok küçük katkım var, işin büyük ve ciddi kısmı adles kardeşimin emeği/çabası
