Gülümse Anne
Murat Basaran
Smile, Mom
Evening comes, longing grows like a mountain
If you shoot at these mountains, it’ll echo back
Don’t count on your son coming back, Mom
Maybe when I die, my homeland will be free
Maybe the mountains will be shrouded in smoke
Maybe my voice will be heard, echoing loud
Maybe your child will be laid in a coffin
Don’t be sad, Mom
It’s a fire that burns deep in the chest
It’s a fire that tears brothers apart
Maybe my heart will bleed for a flag
Smile, Mom
Once again, the rain drizzles softly
Once again, the earth blooms when summer comes
Always see me in your dreams, Mom
See that my heart rests in a grave
