Rain , washing my dried and pale body
For a long time , can't hold thy tears on my leaves
Shadows have never been so dark before
News from the sun have never come late as now
Why doesn't autumn ask anymore?
And why dont you embrace me rain ?
Don't forget mournful beech, suffering front me
There wouldn't be joy beyond the skies, don't forget
The distance between us for crying, dont forget
-Tell me Rain why are you late?
-The Sky is silent and sheding no tear
-Why stars said she wouldn't come?
-The Sea abandoned my drops..
-Our sins are sentenced to dry
-Our dreams are sacrificed to sneaky glances
-Our hopes are slipping away from our fingers, rain
-Close thy eyes and rest in peace, Beech
Thy rising pain was brave enough to scream
But weared out ages under its shade
Years became wine.. İts poems aged in line..
Rain, rulled over all the green ones, was in love with the Beech
His drops became his words.. his tears smelled green
Stars , praying monks... tears turned into wine.
It has been ages since Beech closed his eyes
Ages came to an end with a legand...
(Umay Last Part)
"Why don't thy leaves talk to me?
Why don't swallows sing on thy limbs?
Is the melody that i heard leatest, real ?
Whacked song doesn't give the taste of wine anymore
For a long time , can't hold thy tears on my leaves
Shadows have never been so dark before
News from the sun have never come late as now
Why doesn't autumn ask anymore?
And why dont you embrace me rain ?
Don't forget mournful beech, suffering front me
There wouldn't be joy beyond the skies, don't forget
The distance between us for crying, dont forget
-Tell me Rain why are you late?
-The Sky is silent and sheding no tear
-Why stars said she wouldn't come?
-The Sea abandoned my drops..
-Our sins are sentenced to dry
-Our dreams are sacrificed to sneaky glances
-Our hopes are slipping away from our fingers, rain
-Close thy eyes and rest in peace, Beech
Thy rising pain was brave enough to scream
But weared out ages under its shade
Years became wine.. İts poems aged in line..
Rain, rulled over all the green ones, was in love with the Beech
His drops became his words.. his tears smelled green
Stars , praying monks... tears turned into wine.
It has been ages since Beech closed his eyes
Ages came to an end with a legand...
(Umay Last Part)
"Why don't thy leaves talk to me?
Why don't swallows sing on thy limbs?
Is the melody that i heard leatest, real ?
Whacked song doesn't give the taste of wine anymore