AKİF 02
                                    2021.09.16 03:21
                                
                                
                                
                                    
                                    
                                    I don't have a bunch of violets in my hand
 I don't have the rose candy you love
 There is nothing for you
 I don't know what to say
 My only seriously wounded longing
 And the only eyes that you rub in your eyes
 Mom is mine, open the door
 Your sonhood, little rabbit, you won't be charred
 Do not die, do not end
 You are heartbroken
 Mom is mine, open the door
 Here I come, this is my first time for you
 I always wish we had a house in the sky for you
 I always wanted the clouds for you
 As I open my hands and make me pray
 Every night while he snuggles in our little house
 You know every night when I ask
 Where is my parents
 Where is the man who understands the language of birds
 And the man who talks to violets
 Where mom
 And you suppress your bosom's pain for the red doom
 Coming son, you sleep now