Nurduran Duman - WILD HORSE

i’m speaking alone
my half-ear rushed its hearing
the being’s forest isn’t there

i gathered three plains and then
by holding your hands I broke three rivers
and lifted three seas it’s arrival time

am I a soul train
am I a train now
did I become a train?

hold your problems to my bombardment
and let fly my rail but
i want you to pour my iron again
and drill a hole in me

Translated by Andrew Wessels