Kadınım [English translation]

You're like hometown to me,water to me,flavour to me,sleep to me,wind to me my darling

You take your smile from a little child

I can die just for the trace that your head left in pillow

You're blowing in my memory and nothing is in there but you

My last dream

What a beautiful thing to love you

My darling with little hands,what a beautiful thing to remember you

It's not like a cold black haft in my body

It's like an iron forged with fire of longing

What a beautiful thing to think of you

In all this crowd and in all my tiredness

My last longing

I can tell you about my limitless love

if I hold your magnolia scented head in my arms and

look at your hometown eyes for hours

I should sleep right beside you and in your compassionate chest

Cause I can't live in longing of your beautiful face which is like

a sapling full of blooming berries

My last word

I wish I could put a poppy flower to your neck at this night

from the gardens of Blacksea

I wish I could tell my greatest compositions only to you at this night

I wish I could say hello to the day before the moon wake up

I wish I could be drunk like a sailboat in the heart of the ocean and

come ashore

My blooming rose

Can you hear me?

With the saying of wise,in this object that is called universe

The heart that I love most and I cherish most is the one that

is mounted in your chest

**His mother gave me a son with blond hair and no eyebrows

lying in his blue blanket,he is a cherub and three kilos

When my son was born,children were born in Korea

they looked like a sunflower

MacArthur* killed them

they were gone before they had enough mother's milk

When my son was born,children were born in greek

dungeons

their fathers were killed by a firing squad

they saw iron fences as a first thing to be seen in this world

When my son was born,children were born in my Anatolia

They were babies with blue eyes,dark eyes,hazel eyes

they got lice as soon as they were born

who knows how many of them survive

When my son come to my age,I won't be in this world yes

but world is gonna be a wonderful cradle which

rocks black white blond all the children

a cradle fitted with blue atlas**

My last dream,my last longing,my last word

My pomegranate seed,my swallow,finest of my wakenings

My woman

My woman

My woman

My woman

• Artist:Volkan Konak
• Album:Lifor