Tropics

Already the solstice,
I wait all alone in the bosom of a pitch-black night,
I feel, I see, I know, the tropics will come one day.

In the bosom of a pitch-black night, all alone,
Suns rise somewhere, far away,
The tropics, I see,
All alone, I’m the branch of a dry tree,
Far away, some things somewhere take root,
The tropics, I know,
My lips are cracked, no sound, no breath,
Far away somewhere songs are sung,
The tropics, I feel.

I feel, I know, I see,
Tropics, solstice,
The tropics will come one day, I know.

Barış Manço (1943-1999). Dönence. Translated from the Turkish.

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