Such is the time
we are living through
a rose garden turned into a desolate desert.
Mountains severed from mountains,
lives transformed into a living hell,
behind us, only pain and lingering anguish.
Though we are so deeply in love with life,
a single moment of peace has become a distant longing.
As spring draws near,
we find ourselves exiled into solitude,
into the struggle, and into the pursuit of our freedom.
Just as the season leans toward spring,
and nature begins to rediscover its light
as the starlings arrive,
the flowers begin to bloom.
Do not pick those flowers
do not allow the bullets that strike at life to prevail.
Let nothing be destroyed
neither love, nor freedom.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol