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Gonca Özmen

HANDKERCHIEF

Once I was black grapes for you
I was juicy, I had plenty of fruit

My arms couldn't encompass the world
I turned and loved my shame

While you were smoothing out the night
I was a jacket an iron never knew

I rose high, I had plenty of fruit
Finally finally I grew into your body

I once smelled of sleep for you
I was all the times you forgot
The world was a friend, one of us
You couldn't stoop to look

Time doesn't last long for anyone
You wept and were cleansed

I was left a handkerchief singed at the edge

ZAKDOEK

Vroeger was ik voor jou als donkere druiven
Was ik sappig, was ik talrijk 

De wereld paste niet in mijn armen
Ik kwam terug en hield van mijn schande 

Terwijl jij de nacht effende
Was ik een jas die nooit een strijkijzer zag 

Ik was lang, ik was tamelijk talrijk
Uiteindelijk begon ik aan je lichaam 

Vroeger rook ik voor jou naar slaap
Was ik de tijd die jij vergat 

De wereld werd er een van ons
Maar jij bukte en keek niet 

En de tijd heelt niet iedereen
Jij huilde en werd gezuiverd

Ik werd een zakdoek met een verbrande rand

MENDİL

Ben sana kara üzümlerdim eskiden
Suluydum, çok taneliydim

Dünya değildi kollarıma göre
Dönüp ayıbımı severdim

Geceyi düzledikçe sen
Ben ütü bilmez cekettim

Uzundum, çok taneliydim 
Biter biter gövdene başlardım

Ben sana uyku kokardım eskiden
Unuttuğun zamanlardım

Bizden biri olurdu dünya
Eğilip de bakmazdın

Hem zaman kimine gitmez
Sen ağladın arındın

Ben ucu yanık mendil kaldım

Close

HANDKERCHIEF

Once I was black grapes for you
I was juicy, I had plenty of fruit

My arms couldn't encompass the world
I turned and loved my shame

While you were smoothing out the night
I was a jacket an iron never knew

I rose high, I had plenty of fruit
Finally finally I grew into your body

I once smelled of sleep for you
I was all the times you forgot
The world was a friend, one of us
You couldn't stoop to look

Time doesn't last long for anyone
You wept and were cleansed

I was left a handkerchief singed at the edge

HANDKERCHIEF

Once I was black grapes for you
I was juicy, I had plenty of fruit

My arms couldn't encompass the world
I turned and loved my shame

While you were smoothing out the night
I was a jacket an iron never knew

I rose high, I had plenty of fruit
Finally finally I grew into your body

I once smelled of sleep for you
I was all the times you forgot
The world was a friend, one of us
You couldn't stoop to look

Time doesn't last long for anyone
You wept and were cleansed

I was left a handkerchief singed at the edge

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