موزیک زردیس

crushed dolls under the scape steps

homeless people with frozen wishes

Their lost memories and buried laughs

take my sigh and put it on your cries

Where is the world going?with so many drowned in madness

the throat of peace pigeon is bloody as hell

Where is the world going with these corps on it's body?

with wounded memories of It's moments of being

For you to sleep, how many bullets must I count

How am I to bestow sleep on your eyes

this nasty world which has become bread against blood

Where lullaby has become babies non-stop cries

How many prolonged sunsets are the chest of your sight

How many times thieves have toppled your stars

Dark circles around the eyes are due to what fever?

homelessness is your share for how many nights?