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A strange call
has tormented me
for a long time,
There's a secret voice inside.
It blows, it roars, it whistles,
The storm is talking.
I won't say what I saw,
What I keep in my heart,
A restless voice inside:
Why am I so silent... .
No matter how much I shout, there is no voice.
No one will understand my gesture.
My tongue is stuck to the sky,
Tears don't come out of my eyes.
The shadows of the grave are visible,
A prayer being heard.
Dead bodies are always dreaming,
Who can say: what is this?
An eerie voice boiling in the soul,
Wants to keep it a secret.
Scratching my heart with claws,
Reaching the day of reckoning.
I didn't sing with the voice of my soul,
I did not become a bright flame,
The poet is the mirror of the people,
But not from the heart my song.
Burning my words,
But they are always silent.
Black and white mixed,
Whether day or night, it's all the same.
What to write, what should I say,
About the poor part to tell.
I dropped the pen and the notebook
All that's left is to die.
Tell me about your pain,
Let me fall off the Sirat bridge.
The voice in my soul is crying,
Among the wolves, I can't tell.