WAR OF 39
I wish I could go or go ... If I were to leave the land for a moment I know this is the way It is a river, an army And an adventure, a journey belonging to people But should I see migration, victory, defeat If I were to see Who are those who chain those I call friends? I kept my open and Turkish palms Warm It was for frozen Hands, Now I am coming without bandages, without ointment, helpless Shrapnel wounded arms! Now I come from far away without permission and for you Waiting for news from bullet wounds I am not a stranger or I have a lack of acquaintance And forgottenness. If I were to climb, if I were to climb, even if it were a mountain, Would I hear, would I hear the cannon fire My hero who climbed over a horse's neck That abandoned land That burning village That overturned car That under a tank Are your loved ones? Coal would be processed, The pen would write, the road would be paved, The sun would be greeted, At the beginning of each day If I were to be there, if I were to see If I were to see, is everything in its place? I became your enemy, the war of 939 You made me lose my friends, You made me sad You made me miserable You made me a poet! A thousand thanks to you Great suffering You taught me to love You taught me the truth You taught me people
1945