The Arabesk songs of American evenings
Take flight like the ezan echoes above foreign cities
a small dua right before the onset of chaos
...............the way Ayran on a June day falls down my throat soft and salty
Coating my mouth with its taste

I tried to to capture it's lyircs, hold them in my fist
Recite them in the night, even if my father renounced them and
will renounce me, I will sing them into the black skies above me
...............When Anatolian mornings are what I miss

The Arabesk songs of American evenings
Fall lush like rain into grass
The paralysation of memory is a murderous child
............... And we embrace her
The farmers gather and glare in the Adana fashion

Like a baby to the nipple
Seething and dreaming, sullen gaze
The Arabesk songs of American evenings

Make perpetual motions, like the waist of a Turkmen girl
Who dances with her belly in exaltation
I have this great need, this large desire to cry
writhing within me

To cry out with the lungs of a Kurd
that the Arabesk songs of American evenings
Speak for me when the universe and all the planets
cannot pronounce my
struggle

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