Tropics

Already the solstice,
I wait all alone in the bosom of a pitch-black night,
Feeling, seeing, knowing, the tropics will come one day.

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

Feeling, knowing, seeing,
Tropics, solstice,
I know, the tropics will come one day.

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

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