Mutlu Son [English translation]
Mutlu Son [English translation]
"If you've come from far away,
Sit down, catch your breath," she said
"If you've come through drought,
Thorny paths,
Darkness,
Shadows,
Desolation,
The cold air that licks your face"
Birth is painful
My beliefs, my fears.
The thing whose answer lies inside us
When asked.
The thing that freezes my blood,
Warms it, stops its flow.
If you are a pen,
A blank paper,
Even if there are happy loves,
There is no happy ending.
The memories of childhood
Are a heavy cloak on your back
They are actually what make
The winter nights cold
What I'm speaking of is not a duration
But the end of everything.
Even if there are happy loves,
There is no happy ending.
- Artist:Teoman
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