How could the yellow evenings of that day be erased in the embrace of the dawn!
The great sacrifice of that round table that was raised in the midst of the battle-
Why is it unsettled today?
Why does the scepter fall down in anger today!- The arrogance of arrogance!
How many afternoons have we gathered in the garden,
have placed the helmet of thought in the ditch
Covering the omnivorous splendor that melted in the youth of the night, have woven flames in the depths of my mind- I was engrossed in building a habitable great age
There, you and I were the skillful ones behind the scenes.
Covered in the foam woven by the sea’s excitement, I laid down my war strategies,
covered myself in the scorching sun,
under the barrel of countless snipers,
that day in the procession of slaughter, you and I gave
unbuttoned the button of courage to hold my chest,
when the wild dogs scratched the ground of our existence with their own force,
then, breaking the leisure of leisure –
or ignoring the utmost affection of life,
I plucked out the eyes of the vulture!
Why do you throw the water of the gurgling water on this ground with that soft voice today?
Why do you throw the gunpowder shells from that eyeball today?
But do you really want to be free?
