We were three persons;
Bedirhan;Nazlıcan and me
Three mouths,three hearts,three oathed cartridges...
Our names were written as calamity(bugger) on mountains,stones
Heavy sins hanged our necks,double rifles hanged on our chests...
Hands on triggers.ears on an alert
And our backs are entrusted to the land...
Massaging with hemloc our freezing hands to heat up,
We used to box each other under a duvet made from stars.
Sea was so far away
And loneness was touching
Near the precipes at night
Far voices of jackals
To our faces,ton our breads
Crushes and passes to our songs
Nazlican used the spread thyme on her breasts,
Smelled nice so nice
We used to watch her,secretly
Our hearts were fall down
Perhaps we lost Nazlican at a shepherd's pipe,
She became same with the fireflies,finished by fluttering.
She just left dead of a fragile butterfly between us,
She finished by burning like a bullet, like a mine....
Oh Nazlıcan ; gazzelle of the wild hills
Nazlıcan who hairs shaped by storms,
Would you gone to the country of stars like this,
Oh nazlican oh injured from the soul
Nazlıcan flower of cold plateaus
Nazlıcan full of crazy excites
A butterly of love on my chest
Nazlıcan ah Nazlıcan...
Well then as beaten armies
We were broken,ownerless
We walked away coats and hearts all in pieces
Left feeling of death.left deaf silence
We walked away with the emptiness of Nazlıcan between us...
They shot Bedirhan from back at a mountain pass
Althoug we break many big blockades before,
Like rifle sliding down from the shoulder slowly
His arms shivered and falled down to both sides
Death has been boxed every side of him as a stinging nettle
His shadow such a falled tree under the moonlight
I stretched and touched his eyelash with a drop of tear
While the voice of my finished pulse near to break my chest
It was a joke as if,he would wake up a few later
He would mix the fire and roll a cigarette a few later
However the death was constant on it's rendezvous,ah
He won't be again ,like Nazlican
Hey Bedirhan;Spectre of the night's of tar
Hey Bedirhan; Bugger of the sneaky ambushes
Were you a man to fall down like this Let you speak
Hey Bedirhan hey whose grave is eagle nest
Bedirhan escaper of purple mountains
Bedirhan blue eyed as a falcon
A silent night knife in my cache
Bedirhan ah Bedirhan
We were three persons
Three flowers of suicide
Bedirhan,Nazlıcan and me
Suphi...
