The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered
.... .... ......
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken
I had a dream in earlier days
loved by the one my Heart desired
Then it all started to fade away
Our love, once so strong,
flowed through our hands
Human so helpless, what could we do
I could but watching him walk out of my life
Oh, my Heart, why art Thee weak,
Oh, my Heart, how deep art Thy wounds
Thou who thought that love was life
Thou who thought love never dies
Cry out Thy sorrow
and seek to heal
Cry out Thy sorrow
and try to forgive
He that promised worlds unseen
He that caused Thy pain unreal
How could Thou believe his words
How could Thou believe his love
Cry out Thy Sorrow
and seek to heal
Cry out Thy Sorrow
and try to forget
I had a dream in earlier days
loved by the one my Heart desired
yazdigi entrylerle insanlari cok huzunlendirdigini duymu$, uzulmu$ taze yazar. hatta bazilari o kadar huzunlenmi$ ki, hizla entryleri kotuluyolar. bugun ilk gunu sorrow'un, ali$acak bunlara.
trivia'nın baş belası yazar. üst üste soruları bilince, soruların kalitesi de yükseliyor. ya o cevaplıyor ya kimse. sorulara cevap verirken arada; "nik altı yazın lağn. o kadar soru biliyoz burda" demeyi bile başarabiliyor efendim *. maşallahı var.
ulu chatte tanıdğım "böyle insanlar da varmış" dediğim yazar, insanların arkasından konuşmakta üstüne yok hani, ama yüzüne bişey diyemez o ayrı, o kadar da cesareti olmayan yazar.
edit: gün geçmiyorki sözlükte biri daha göt kalkıklığına kurban gitmesin yazarıdır aynı zamanda, cesaretini ne zaman toplıycağını merak ediyoruz, neyin arkasına saklandığı da ayrı bir merak konusudur.
ispanya' da, sabaha karşı kumsalda flamenko yapmayı seven, günde 10 şişe merlot içebilen, faytonuyla tüm avrupa' yı dolaşan, zaman zaman geceleri sokaklarda kulağında müziğiyle dolaşan, iskender kebaba hayran yakışıklı insan.
