Fabrika Kizi
Zafer Peker
Factory Girl
Every morning as the day breaks
A girl passes through my door
She turns the corner and disappears
Head down, looking tired
She rolls cigarettes in the factory
As if smoking them herself
While rolling, she daydreams
Just like everyone else
She wants a home
And a husband who doesn't drink
She'll get by with whatever God gives her
As long as her home is happy
Outside, the rain starts
A deep sigh in her heart
Tears flow from her eyes
The factory girl cries
Even in her bed
She can't dream of sleep one day
Like an old mother
She doesn't even know her femininity
The machines sting like thorns
Piercing her heart every day
Her hands knitting wool
Always worried about bread
Every evening as the sun sets
A girl passes through my door
She turns the corner and disappears
Head down, looking tired
She rolls cigarettes in the factory
As if smoking them herself
While rolling, she daydreams
Just like everyone else
