yastığına senin sarılıp kokunla uyumuşumüstüm açık kalmış, ürperirken sabah olmuş
"uyan" dedi bir ses, "uyan,o burada"uyandım, aradım, bulamadım
suçum neydi?neden böyle oldu?
bu sabah bir umut var içimde;nasıl olsa geri gelirsin diyeher şey yerli yerinde yinebu sabahların bir anlamı olmalı
koltuğuna senin kıvrılıp, hayalinle uyumuşumcamlar açık kalmış, üşürken sabah olmuş
"uyan" dedi bir ses, "uyan,o burada"uyandım, aradım, bulamadım
i slept with your pillow which had still your smell.my back was open , and while i had it cold ; it became morning.
wake up ,said a voice , wake up , he is here.i woke , i searched , i couldn't find.
what was my fault?why had it end this way?
this morning i have hope inside of mecoz i know however you will come backeverything is still on its same placeand these morning's must have a meaning.
i'd fantasy you at your suite and while i was fantasying, i slept.the windows had been open the whole night , and while i had it cold , it became morning.
wake up a voice said , wake up , he is herei woke , i searched , i couldn't find.