Mehmet Atlı, Anatolia "or the right tone when sending a scent, a new Kurdish colors faded to read was run ...
Bayat, a sound beyond sound system was broken ...
Scent of spring as the front yard while the Kurds that the smell of sound came to my mind. Iğde the full sense of that smell was. A motion was created in the mind. Human love and rekindle the spark of the ashes of the deceased to say no gray and blue flames farewell was left to itself.
Sometimes impossible to talk about the breath of love transformed into handcuffs was the passkey.
Anatolia, "which comes with the weight of a caravan, sometimes the smell of these sounds into a high mountain barrier and" Le's go le Çiya know, te na bin my Lemi Lemi "
Beyond the face of the mountain flowers, such as ASMI Draconic has been convicted of the impossible love of melody coronach "Lori" on the back of the purple lilac was in the air ...
When the banned Kurdish music from the place of the whip on the feelings of germinant kurdi "lolo pêsmamo" it tastes like the sound of the river in Malta content was synchronized to the frequency of the ear itself.
He had the voice of the heart.
Nuts and cotton in the fields of Kurds in exile, the exploitation of the living because it was taking a lot of force. Their labor is not the desmalleriyle Mehmet horseback "would be Yelle's voice from the shore.
Love and life and home of the ruins of villages have Göçer between pressure and resistance to violence when they were up in the music of minstrel aspirate iğde wounds were inconsolable.
No one does not hear, there was a color that does not hear a sound.
Verse and syllabic, music and the lead mines, such as a scream of life of our chest was DOLUS to cart. Because we were fed with love love to live in overdose were installing in our blood. He was screaming at the extent of our blood for.
He was the star of the night's music traffickers. Poverty and deprivation to persist with his back on the wood of the four-year-old boy has described the burden. Breast and ice until the wife is identified as carrying air to the sun has hurt the wound.
"Gulen ask KESK û û zerinde e
li ser e nîşana ale
Get the color sipî û gewher e
Serin û peymana mine "
From end to end and the other mountains, plains and foothill and streams, sale and adobe houses, flower, insect anlatan Seyda Cegerxwên "in the words with unseeing eyes interpret Mehmet sexo" in memory of his voice and music, a throat-fire has burned Mehmet horseback ...
Gurbet the first taste of the Kurdish youth in the main arms of the city and music, first heard the sound of this iğde rainbow heart was softly opened.
Universal Measure of my skin, I fee this music.
And the Kurds of the old face wrinkled skin of the seeds were sprinkled on the map rebellion.
So a future moon dawn dawn vascular vessels is not ...
Smell and sound of breath in the locksmith iğde a mental ...
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