Bring
condiment to the bread of my Mesarya, Kleopatra*.
bring wine from the
vineyards of Limassol,
Let us drink in the
name of
friendship and peace...
Bring me a handful of
soil
from the south
Kleopatra
Let us plant the
flowers of peace together
to our flowerpots,
empty for years...
Too, too late we are
Kleopatra
look... look at our
sons
they are holding guns
again
listen... listen to my
cry Kleopatra, our sons are killed
one from your side, one
from my side
one from my side, one
from your side
...and then years are
followed by years
killings by killings
Let us think for once
who is the real looser?
instead of politicians
let us, we the mothers
speak now Kleopatra...
Come, come Kleopatra,
together, let us plant
almond trees to the greenline,
and graft the peace to
their branches
that will blossom every
spring
let us blow winds of
friendship together
that our children can
fly their kites.
We have a song
I wonder if you know it
" Besparmak
mountain........."
let us sing, sing it
together Kleopatra
with bouziki and saz
Untill now,
mothers have always
lost
let us make sure
Kleopatra
HAT OUR CHILDREN WIN
FOR ONCE.
*Kleopatra
is a friend of mine who is a teacher in the south
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