10 Ağustos 2016 Çarşamba

BRUSSELS’ LYRICS

                                      to Bonaparte,Brel and Dalida

It is raining in Brussels
Steam coming out of my heart’s ember
Reaching my hair, rising step by step
Oh, my Wallon heart
Will finally dominate my Flemish mind...
Whoever you are, living on earth,
Will have the adventure of Bonaparte.
First will be driven to the middle-aged island
And then run away,
Just after seemed to be rescued
By running away,
Comes Waterloo and the old age
To the scene;
-Absolute triumph of the years-
İt is raining, let it go on
Oh my heart, happily you are there…
The same question is everywhere:
-Why to live?-
No bother my heart, do not suffer;
Why to remember Waterloo
Again and again, day by day
On the old age island?
It is raining in Brussels
Steam coming out of my heart’s ember
Reaching my hair, rising step by step
Thanks to the blowing wind,
Swept away all the dark clouds…
Jacques Brel, singing from the past
Let him, please let him
Tell the short stories of our lives
Oh my heart, forget the defeat!
Here it is Brussels.

                                   Husrev Hatemi