A Bursa blade in her hand,
A red scarf around her neck.
You whittle sticks all day
In Filya field.
For you I’m digging under walls,
You’re climbing over them.
translated by George Messo
A Bursa blade in her hand,
A red scarf around her neck.
You whittle sticks all day
In Filya field.
For you I’m digging under walls,
You’re climbing over them.
translated by George Messo
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