Of death 61. On The Anniversary Of Nazim Hikmet

The Master of poetry, just like the value of one of the artists Ahmet Kaya passed away after known. 61. on the anniversary of death we remember the longing, there you have it poems.

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I would like to die before you do. the
leaves from the back of
do you think it will go?
I don’t think. a
oh he ran to me,
on top of the stove in the room you’re blind
in a jar. a
glass jar
Transparent White glass
so you can see me in. and
you can understand my sacrifice :
I gave up being territorial,
being the flower I gave you
to stay on your side. the
and I’m out of here
I live in your. the
then, when you die
you’ll be in my stash. the
and we’ll all go there together,
from my ashes to ashes,
until a wild bride
disloyal, or a grandchild
until they threw us out. a
but we
by that time
so
We’ll blend
each other,
We were being thrown out in the trash, even a speck, we
side-by-side will fall. and
together we’ll fall to the ground. a
and one day a wild flower,
this blossoms if the soil be wet and weeping and
surely the stalk
The two flowers will open :

one. the

I need more.
I’m going to have a child. and
carrying life I feel.
my blood is boiling.
I’m going to live, but many, many,
but with you. a
but death doesn’t scare me.
I find very unappealing Alone
the shape of our funeral. the
till I die
this clears it up I guess. and
do you have the possibility to get out of jail these days? a
something inside me
maybe it says.

soldiers of 23 cents
Mister Dallas
will not hide from you,
life is a little bit expensive in our country. a
for example, you can get two hundred grams

23 cents in Ankara,
or a half kilos of lentils,
the shroud cloth, fifty centimeters; or
all of a sudden
twenty-one people
Adam,
the mouth, nose, hands, feet
uniform, on autopilot,
I mean, to kill, ready to be killed,
maybe like a rabbit scared a
smart like maybe the earth,
perhaps as Brave youth,
maybe she’s smart like that,
(each comply with a matter of coarse)
maybe for the first time in her life see the sea,
ava maybe curious, maybe a lover. a
or with the same account, Mister Dallas,
(i.e. 23 cents of them)
these soldiers need than the one you sell
in Istanbul, the monthly rent for a single room,
and eighty-six in it or
for the price of a pair of shoes.
I have an issue Mister dallas Alone,
I probably they concealed it from you. the
twenty-three cents and sell them for the soldier,
wear your uniform was there before,
there was otomatiksiz blah blah
was only available as a human being,
there was,
‘ll Strike you as odd,
there was
both what you already
even the name of your state more useful. and
was there, he was trying to work,
Mister like Dallas,
your work in place while yeller New York City,
that formed the domes of lead,
as high as the firmament,
majestic, deep. a
in the hands of nakislandi gardens such as Bursa Silk. the
weave Carpet like sculpted Marble
and from one shore to the other shore of the river
my midwife popped like the generation forty-eyed bridges. and
what’s more, Dallas,
while it is unclear exactly what it means in your language, yet
the persecution, such as
such as freedom,
words like Brotherhood,
that fought against tyranny,
and for the sake of independence and freedom
and the brothers of the nation by inviting to the table
tomorrow on the cheek informal everywhere,
everything
together
to be able to say,
walked to pesinc Stages, the
O, Turner Hasan, Memet peasant, teacher, Scholar,
mastery of your fist the final rock,
September 9th is the year 922.
I said, Mister Dallas,
I guess they hid them from you all. and
the disease that they are inexpensive. and
do not marvel to behold,
tomorrow, it costs too much, if you
that’s 23 cents a soldier,
I mean, poor, Brave, hard-working people,
like every nation, the great Turkish nation.

the army Walks Hunger
Hunger of the army walks
to get enough of the walking bread
of meat to get enough
to get enough of the book
freedom gorged themselves.

passing the bridges, and thin swords Walking
walking the castle walls and break through the iron gates tear up
the blood in your legs walking.

the army walks Hunger
Thunder steps
fire songs
hope in the flag
under the banner of the hope of hope.

the army walks Hunger
carry on the shoulders of cities
cities with narrow streets, dark houses
factory chimneys,
After my break inexhaustible strain of carrying.

the army walks Hunger
a succession of villages of Bear’s lair and take away
and this topraksizlik grown in soil from the dead.

the army walks Hunger
The Walking bread to feed ekmeksiz
the freedom to satiate the hunger of the army walks hurriyetsiz
the blood in your legs walking.

masters to rise
Behey! ribs instead of a heart of fire
The lamp of the administration of Burning Man! a
Behey pears like to sell
selling art is a big step fuck you! a
snow that
won’t!
you head to the store,
If the shop were nailed to the ground seven times,
you fire again
burned himself to death when his greasy hair
drops will melt like candles in a shrine! and
you move your hand from the side of the law
pull! of
your check!

harmony whiskers pomadli
he’s looking, eyes still
Laila nude bathing in the village against me! a
but today
the fire in your mouth tubes
you playing the anthem of the new law! and
shave enough Yenicami,
! a
stand up, Sirs.

I want to die before you do

I would like to die before you do. the
leaves from the back of
do you think it will go?
I don’t think. a
oh he ran to me,
on top of the stove in the room you’re blind
in a jar. a
glass jar
Transparent White glass
you could see me in
you understand my sacrifice
I gave up being territorial,
being the flower I gave you
to stay on your side. the
and I’m out of here
I live in your. the
then, when you die
you’ll be in my stash. the
and we’ll all go there together
ashes to ashes
until a wild bride
disloyal, or a grandchild
until they threw us out. a
but we
by that time
so
We’ll blend
each other,
We were being thrown out in the trash, even a speck, we
side-by-side will fall. and
together we’ll fall to the ground. a
and one day a wild flower,
this blossoms if the soil be wet and weeping and
surely the stalk
The two flowers will open :

one. the

I need more.
I’m going to have a child
I feel carrying life.
my blood is boiling.
I’m going to live, but many ,many,
but with you. a
but death doesn’t scare me.
I find very unappealing Alone
the shape of our funeral. the
till I die
this clears it up I guess. and
do you have the possibility to get out of jail nowadays? a
something inside me
maybe it says.

finally,

by Korkmazgil, Hasan hüseyin nazım hikmet written by the song die hard by the band in June beselenen comment and we share.The Group also thanks for composing this interpretation.

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