When everyone sleeps...

When everyone sleeps,

Let’s go to the riverside; together,

And we will make little things with the clay,

The things which we couldn’t make in life,

And then the silence will listen us giggle,

Let’s inscribe our names on the stones; together,

When everyone sleeps,

Let’s fumble in the darkness and play,

And then our childhood will return to our souls,

In this last chapter of our lives;

Let’s write our poetries with blood,

And enfold our happiness tonight,

Tonight; when everyone sleeps,

Let’s sing in the empty alleys,

So tomorrow our songs will be painted,

Rapt in their tunes, tonight;

When everyone sleeps,

Together we will make a promise,

To forget our grievances tonight,

And live some hours of peace,

‘Cause someday again, the riverside

Will be occupied by a father,

Reading the hurtful last letter of his son,

And wiping his old-age tears,

With the sleeves of his Pheran,

Tonight, let’s make an illusion of peace,

‘Cause the dignity we’re deprived of,

Is something we lost our brothers for,

‘Cause the Goddess of Justice,

Is ashamed of its preachers, tonight

Let’s sing the songs of freedom,

‘Cause tomorrow nobody will be free. So,

When everyone sleeps,

Let’s go to the riverside; together,

And we will make little things with the clay,

The things which we couldn’t make in life.