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About The World ( not fantasy )

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August 11, 2007


Almost combined with the floor, wet haired, evil eyed
Crying since the tribes immigration
And without a stop
Melodies like burning of a cognac
plays, makes you play, makes you catch
Was a woman Istanbul, her name is secret in me

It rained to the city
I cried

Getting seperated while you love remained from Byzantium?
There was no lie in the eyes, only sound
The promises given was one, the swears said zero
The things gathered, the photos were ripped out from their places
a new love, which will erase the traces of love
ordered again

It rained to a city
I cried

Who put out much lies in tea glasses
Which of those bloody kisses were pillaged
And whose name it was lost on the vapors
How many hours it was taking from a love to another
Does cover of life can be taken?
Or all the vitamin of its was on the cover?

How it rained to the city
I cried

The most i took you while going
It was the moving of my mind which was really tiring the carriers
I had fallen from the beloved, my scars were a present from the beloved
I couldnt manage to love, maybe to be loved
I had domestic sorrows block to love

I cried a rain, rained to a city
I cried to the city, rain rained
I once cried, rain rained to the city


Yılmaz Erdoğan

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