While you are growing up in the prison of silence,
With the sound of the future in the crib of the world
You look like so cool,
So genial,
And so blue.
Your smiles hang on to the sparrow wing,
It is such a moment,
In the void of the life’s heart,
Even though all hell broke loose in a blind nothingness,
Through the insistence of the Spring season,
We can look at the future,
As we take a look out of your cheeks,
We would be inside of a dream remaining from a red time,
So much so, that dream, that time
The great time of health and loveliness…
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL
Taken from the book entitled “Artless and Bare-Naked Smiles”