Wednesday, July 29, 2009

A Farewell Tune

Time is up, I am leaving you
To the other side of all habits
I am choosing a life without explanationI didn't satisfy with love,
I didn't believe in love,believe me

Like counting scary nights
Like suddenly a star slides
My hands will slip out of your hands
Like a dry branch falls of from tree

Love ended,we didn't pick rose at all
Find yourself branch in out-of-the-ways
We could have been complete with you
Goodbye light of my eye,goodbye
Goodbye inside of my heart,goodbye

Time is up, I am leaving you
This is a very slender farewell tune
The heat that touches in your fingertips
This is the wound of hurtfully life

Every trace of you will be left in my life
When a drop flows out from my eye
If I can find a place that don't remind you
Blood field in dawn of poppy


You were afraid of death, you always escaped from war
Hit yourself in fears, come on, takeYou were a water,you were a medicine (drug)
Goodbye inside of my heart,goodbye
Goodbye my dear,goodbyeYou were a water,you were a medicine
Goodbye light of my eye,goodbye
Goodbye my dear,goodbye...






Monday, July 20, 2009

The wild horse

the climate of roses consumed us
we fell in love with the seedling that breaks the soil
that wild white horse went away
we were forgotten like a summer rain

at times we had shallow manners
when we were diving into life gropingly
a bit of haste, a bit of hope we were
we never caught up to that wild horse

along with that wild horse
oh, those who were in us
as if they were uprooted
they're gone forever, they're gone forever

a contradiction of one day was enough for us
we were offended by a word that tired the lip
that wild white horse caught fire at its mane
could it be started once more where it left off

while we were saying we'll never give up holding its end
it was love that we lost, believe, it was love
i forfeited you, you were hurt by me
and we couldn't stop that wild horse

after that wild horse
oh, those who were among us
as if it was never lived
they flew away forever, they flew away forever



Adnan GORENTAS


:D for all socialist friend..

with Love
Brothers,For a new world,
For a new world this fight,
This blood,this cruelty

Sisters,For a new world,
For a new world this patience,
This hate,this ache

The humanity was killed on this mountains,
On hennaed folksong's be it,
In the name of Brotherness of Folks,


We hadnt bread,we hadnt bullet,
And our bigest hope:Our soil,
we hadnt

The deads are like a mountain,
And our honour; under the feets....

The Children are hungry,
And our women
and animals...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Honour To Labour



He who swings a mighty hammer,
He who reaps a field of corn,
He who breaks the marshy meadow
To provide for wife, for children,
He who rows against the current,
He who weary at the loom
Weaves with wool and tow and flax
That his fair-haired young may flourish.

Honour that man, praise the worker!
Honour every callous hand!
Honour every drop of sweat
That is shed in mill and foundry!
Honour every dripping forehead
At the plough. And let that man
Who with mind and spirit's labour
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Sunday, June 21, 2009

There Is Power In A Union


There is power in a factory, power in the land, power in the hands of a worker

But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand

There is power in a Union

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood

The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for

From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud

War has always been the bosses' way, sir

The Union forever defending our rights

Down with the blackleg, all workers unite

With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands

There is power in a Union

Now I long for the morning that they realise brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us

But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise

When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us ?

Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone

What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child There is power in a Union
Billy Bragg