darling/
glances from heartland
no longer look with sorrow/ behind the glass
Daemons are cunning
and are passing by in front of us
raise us to the heaven
or glance a little bit longer
with the karma
while your murderous image is swelling/ the stormy night takes...
Demons clinging to the misty glass/
the outside of the glass is weary
strips to the poverty
inside the ancient times/ they drowse off to sleep
there, broken tree branches/go
Ravens have non-stop thoughts/look!
they are flying and crying back and forth
merciless windows/ hungry throats
smelling the wind
whipping their ragged wings
woe!
sweet natured eyes are harsh
from now on do not glance from the behind of the glass in pain..!


Günsel Djemal 25/9/2009