Even Though We Lived Briefly by Cemal Süreya

When I struck the match
Everything was red as was your face
When I struck the match
Because every face is a country

When I lit my cigarette
Because every cigarette is an utterance
When I lit my cigarette
It was the autumn days as a song

A dove, when I die
Layered with small sorrows
A dove, when I die

translated by Omer Kursat

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