Majid Noori
We cry
To the cracks of the destroyed earth
We fall from heaven again
We plant wheat in our wounds
one more time.
English Peom
Majid Noori
We are lovers of Kurds
We forgot ourselves
Who has hope for us?
Who has the love for our wheat flowers?
Who keeps our memories
Who bought us restrictions
Who brings us back to nature
We touch the river.
When we hold fights in the fall
We write Memories on prison walls
We are no longer afraid of storms
As long as the mountain protects us
We learned wheat
The art of commitment to the land,
When we flutter our wings, we love to see the earth
And his grief for us
We cry
To the cracks of the destroyed earth
We fall from heaven again
We plant wheat in our wounds
one more time.
Sing for hope without
Melodies. .
For the championship and pride without words
Do not wash us with the ugliness of politics
Illusions must be broken
We have a torn body
Have we learned madness over time?
