rigortismortis

Through the painting and the wite busts
in the corridor of the fountain
from a century I try to find you, I try

The veil, the veil of the night descends
heavy upon our school

Where the music found shelter
from the havoc of the plebeians thirst

And I wonder why
birds are silent now
and our tools of notes worn as your love

A young boy takes a violin
and puts all his dreams in it
and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling

Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate
to need for a love vast as sky
impossible to find

Or maybe he'll find flower
on which you'll share some joy
the kind of those
greeting the end.

novembre'yi türkiye'ye getir lan sözlük! küfrün en büyüyü bende mesajı aldın şimdi siktir git.