17 Nisan 2021, Cumartesi
saat: 21:54
Regardless of the wind
The night behind the rice fields always sing
Sing the song of old spritis
As the whole world sleeps
The pain happiness dreams and disappointments
Are gatherhered over the rice fields
The smell of the grass the sound of water
The songs of frogs fluctuating fast and slower
Are all the ornaments of the meeting
In which the spirits are gathering
At night over behind the rice fields
Under a moonless dark sky that shields.
Hate love hapiness
All sounds meaningless
Once a man dies there he borns twice
One for this world and another one for the other
The gate of now and past always lies first
Then the gate of now and then comes the third
The second one is the limbo so called the rice fields
Where the old spirits gather to meet
On moonless nights that shields
Shields the fear dread and alienation from
Which once they owned before they were drown
By the hands of death on an unexpected path
The anger of not being, not anymore,a part of a heart
The absence the ignorance being known as dead
Puts the old spirits in a dread
All gather and scream through the night
As to prove their existance on a night without moon light
With a voice which no alive man can hear
Except the ones who has nothing to fear
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