MONA ROSA Mona Rosa, the black roses, the whites. Roses of Gevye and the white bed. Mercy, the broken bird wants. Oh, because of you messes with blood shred. Mona Rosa, the black roses, the whites. Howl at moon the dirty jackals Gesture fearfully to the mountain rabbits I am in no mood my Mona Rosa Heavily to earth rain drops. Howl at moon the dirty jackals Do not open windows, do draw curtains Mustn’t, I mustn’t see you, Mona Rosa. A look for me ansd I go into ruins I am mad Mona Rosa, see this. Do not open windows, do draw curtains Olive trees, shadow of a willow, They are to sun-shine in me A ring and a knock now, Of you always reminds me Olive trees, shadow of a willow. Lilies on the lands of loneliness. And honour every flower has Behind the candle a wind motionless. Gives my soul a trembling pass. Oh, lilies on the lands of loneliness Your hands, hands and fingers. Like smashing pomogranate flower By hands a woman appears Like walking in the sea deeper Your hands, hands and fingers. Quite quickly passes the time Mona, It is twelve lights are out Sleep, may cranes be in your sleep Do not gesture at sky so much throughout Quite quickly passes the time Mona At nights come fig birds Settle in my garden figs Some wear yellows, some whites Oh they shot me ‘stead of birds At nights come fig birds So, I, Mona Rosa find you In the gestures of fig birds Fills with life, this empty sail Your innocent looks watershore So, I, Mona Rosa find you Do not look Mona Rosa so broken Has not listened songs by me My love does not fit to all A bullet sings the best of all Do not look Mona Rosa so broken Now, believe in me emigrant beauty Listen and see my confession-treaty A pain, blue, weird and coldly With flames covered my body Now, believe in me emigrant beauty Wheat grows after rain Fruits grow with patience In a cold day, look into my eyes main You’ll see to what deads live to Wheat grows after rain Golden bracelets, that smelly skin To answer to this bird feather A feather to give birth to a smile kin A feather close to all day and night ever Golden bracelets, that smelly skin Mona Rosa, the black roses, the whites. Roses of Gevye and the white bed. Mercy, the broken bird wants. Oh, because of you messes with blood shred. Mona Rosa, the black roses, the whites. Sezai KARAKOÇ
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 20:23:07 +0000
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