Regret not be late

My tears dripping in the darkness of night

Drip freezes my cheek at a time

My memories of the suffering of innocent children against my face

My tears dripping in the darkness of night

Which I'm in town uncertain

Should I do not live there when I do I lackluster

I walk in the dark of the evening unclaimed

Withered flowers composing my melancholy

I'm desperate steps you running the streets

Sahilind the evening I hide my reticence

I walk the streets in the absence of the city winded outdated

Now I cry in the darkness of night with a feeling of regret

Mehmet Aluç