Through the disillusioned gusts blowing in an evening
By holding on to the gray branch of a leaning cloud
I shall be migrating to a land of never-dying.
I shall get to a land where children are grown
Where animals are never treated cruelly
Where nests of birds are never burnt, the forests never incinerated
I shall be migrating to a land where its nature is not destroyed
Where babies freely run and play, where there are no child brides
Where defenseless people are not attacked
Where desperate women are not murdered, where there are no bans
Where the freedom of walking alone is enjoyed
In the light of stars during the dark nights
I will migrate to a place where the sun is lovingly to rise
At the break of dawn without a shame and with pride
I shall migrate to a destination where there are no crimes
No harassment, no rapes have to be experienced
Where nor probates can survive, where justice is served according to conscience
Where there is no wrong-doings
I shall migrate to a place where in its green, purple and grey hills’ forests
Where the deer and gazelles living and running freely
Where the spring trees’ branches bloom like a bride
Where the breeze blowing in the Autumn would brush our hair
As I said, this is the dream of Leyla, me
Let us fantasize together, who knows, maybe it might come true.
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL