This mountain has no name

As for stones, beads of amber grain of hands caressing the mountain slopes. Where the vital touch the buds open all the rivers and springs are rocking to the songs of light.



Bread and the smell of tobacco when mixed into the night, and scorched by the mirror slips from the roots to give sworn remember. I say to this mountain has no name. Hoarfrost on the mountain as you will not be longing for the love of words.



I do not have the name of this mountain, as you crack the shell wounds every day.



As the blood continued to the lip of the majesty of the name, not the name of this mountain. Finally sealed with a disclaimer because of what is real.

Gaze fell to my eyes water

Fragile as I'm rubbing my heart with poetry

Oh my darling

Not repent of our memories

So close your eyes ... that gives life to the light and magical about it, being in love with the sweet and holy thing which makes all eyes.

Cried every star floating in the hope of the time hiding in the temple of the cure for the eyes. Color from blue to their lives, leaving plenty Vedia is eternity. Ah .. Even been observed, with relentless fury of the myth of the massacre. I promise / echo, we can write our name in honor of our hearts everywhere.



Ah, not in your eyes ... inlesede patience to vessels carrying Kurdish expectations of two rivers flow. Your lips are thirsty desert dying would it change the face of the word. And look into your eyes as you'd see ourselves. Would be ashamed, I know ... we were contracted, shameless, we ourselves would not be shrinking, look at the cross of our own compassion.



... Eyes when you shut down and the wind in the perspectives of children, the name of the other fingers had pulled the trigger. So here are nomadic life to another.

So this is not the name of the mountains, drink to your heart when other life itself.

Tired of filling out a death from the magazine

Stored in the footsteps of the ravine

Everything has been reported

And there is ignition of hair zemheri

Oh my darling

Read my hands

Draw my heart again

Find a new name to me misty mountains of words

And now the name of this mountain must be





Odors drove to fate

Poison spring is between sadness and doors with

Who can cover this way

While a handful of our blood cloud

Oh my darling

Let no one say shut up

If not, they lie legends



Majesty of the cries of the oath ceremony I

Apaydınlık death screams of wounded in the cistern

Name of this mountain must be

No exhaustion of the end





Listening back on the rocks you put your heart and you touch the daffodil.

Alien who has been expelled from the chest every time you leave the meaning of the lock turn, are not accessible to the mystery of meaning. Going to meet all of the authority, so "no repentance of those memories."

Thrown at the feet of the island few years. It is up to the beauty of sacrifice, of pain in a holding account.

Ignoring the block from admit, how many are left without stone tombs in the morning, to the bloody shroud, and the identity of such abject lack of acceptance fee ...

We were hit with blood where it did not cool down the mountain has no name.

If access to the memory of the reward of repentance and then ... the betrayal of death unless it is delivered, will be a changing of the name of this mountain ...

No name of this mountain.
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