Wren — songbird (Çalıkuşu) (2013) (№ 173780)

Kamran eyes staring back at me. Oh, mother, how worried the look.
Two brown cherry look at me. Two good, warming fire.
Their warm light beckons and calls my soul melting the ice.
I'm afraid to go blind, looking at the fire.
To look, look, admire, but not touch.
I thought of the gentle eyes, when my father, the war burned to ashes.
The native name for the raw plate. All that was left a poor orphan.
Then in the soul dried up the will to live, I wanted to bury myself.
And the only light deep brown eyes, I was a mainstay at this difficult time.
And those who were with childhood close to me, I was scolded for my sins.
For what to me this world is cruel, that, loving, suffering Wren...