Korkarim [English translation]

[Introductory Poetry]:

“No one knows my youth.

The scent of a kid bursts out of my beard,

Moonlight out of my mouth.

Ever since I hung my jacket up on the rain,

I've been reading dangerous poetry

and standing up against the world."

My autumn is cross with the spring,

My face with the rain,

My sorrow with the mountains.

My eye is cross with the mornings,

My life with the earth,

My sorrow with the mountains.

My cause is darker,

My sorrow is more refugee than the night.

I'm scared of my heart not coming back.

I'm scared, beautiful, I'm scared.

They'll ask for me.

They'll find me.

They'll wear me out, love.

They'll hold me.

They'll burn me.

They won’t have mercy on me, love.

My dark cause is questioned.

My refugee sorrow is shot.

I'm scared of my heart not coming back.

I'm scared, beautiful, I'm scared.