20 Aralık 2009 Pazar


feels awkardy when we say goodbye
i dont think i am leaving
for thounsand miles
lost in a cloud of dust, where
telephone wires look so lonely
when i am on the bus
i dont take parts
in world, feels peaceful and holy
what does the bird feel
at the end of the line of immigration

they catch the birds
when they are tired
thousand souls scream loudly
in the depths of black sea

no way out girl
no way out baby

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