Saturday, February 8, 2014

You Will Forget...

The word is ended...

No news tomorrow, yesterday is over 
Watches went to knock on the last day 
Swears were old on the lips 
The word is finished by have been saying...  
Trains have been filled and then have been emptied.
You will still have dry eyes 
All photos have been dried by order 
There are many  lives that I could not live
You forget by burned
You forget , and you know that the death for me and for you 
Time is a kind of healing 
You forget, you forget

words and music : Sezen Aksu

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