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ZÎZSENTIMENTAL
Çi bû çi nebû, wa êşek nû bû
Kevnar bû, ji kevnarên herî berê
Wa xemên min, pêre ar, pêre har bûn
Bênav bû
Bêyî zar û ziman bû
Nas bû, lê dîsa jî ew wenda bû
Ez nexşeyek lal im, dibilînim, dinalim
Li havînekê kerr im, zîz im, lal im
Westiyayî û bêhal im
Malwêranek im, xewnekê dibînim
û li ber bayê dinyayekê dilerizînim
Nepirsin vê sibehê, navê êşa min Sozdar e.
Ez nexşeyek lal im, dibilînim, dinalim
Li havînekê kerr im, zîz im, lal im
Westiyayî û bêhal im
Malwêranek im, xewnekê dibînim
û li ber bayê dinyayekê dilerizînim
Nepirsin vê sibehê, navê êşa min Sozdar e.
Was what? Wasn’t what?
A new pain it was
It was old, older than the oldest
All my sorrow recurred, soared by it
It was nameless
It was voiceless
It was homely but still lost
I am a voicelss map, grousing, moaning
In a deaf summer; I am voiceless, sentimental, deaf
I am tired and exhausted
I am a loser having a dream
And quivering by the earth wind
Don’t ask, this morning, the name of my pain is ‘Sozdar’
I am a voicelss map, grousing, moaning
In a deaf summer; I am voiceless, sentimental, deaf
I am tired and exhausted
I am a loser having a dream
And quivering by the earth wind
Don’t ask, this morning, the name of my pain is ‘Sozdar’
Kom bû, bû derya, mezin bû şax veda
Bûye ar, bûye serma, zivistan
Wa xemên min li bexçe tov vedan, alan dan
Ji tavê ew, ew bê par ma
Lal ma, ji tavê ew, ew bêpar ma
Gotin koçerek mirî xewnekê dibîne
Û li ser axa sar xeman dipeyivîne
Dibêje û dibîlîne
Malwêranek im ez, destê min vala ma
Bûme hevalê bayê êvaran, mêvanê mêvanan
Nepirsin vê sibehê, navê hişbûna min Sozdar ma...
Gotin koçerek mirî xewnekê dibîne
Û li ser axa sar xeman dipeyivîne
Dibêje û dibîlîne
Malwêranek im ez, destê min vala ma
Bûme hevalê bayê êvaran, mêvanê mêvanan
Nepirsin vê sibehê, navê hişbûna min Sozdar ma...
Gathered, become a sea , branched out
Became fire, became cold, became winter
My dreams fertilized the garden, rebounded
Left not taking its share from the sun
Left deaf, left not taking its share from the sun
There said that a dead migrant is having a dream
Making the pain speak on the cold soil
Saying and grousing
I am a loser, there is nothing left in my hands
I have become the friend of evening wind, guest of guests
Don’t ask, this morning, the name of my silence is left as ‘Sozdar’
There said that a dead migrant is having a dream
Making the pain speak on the cold soil
Saying and grousing
I am a loser, there is nothing left in my hands
I have become the friend of evening wind, guest of guests
Don’t ask, this morning, the name of my silence is left as ‘Sozdar’


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