I Don't Like Purple Color

When I fell

You don't want to leave your eyes

While mocking

Hilamme kameez mine

Sarmaer never bowed his head

Instead, it moved along with the scent of the soil

And the reality of the dry-colored world

Like stagnant water, it splashed

Which surpasses the vibrant colors

Helped to reach the red color.

 

Sneaking up and down the road

Ripping off my shirt

The guilty thorns

To make the broken even more broken

Saying that the body cannot be covered

Accounting for guilt

A bugle is blowing over Takura

No one should be naked in our state

No need to starve

Drought will not help the forest

But this time my mind has dried up

It is because no greenery can touch it

Raised the flag of rebellion.

 

My shirt is covered with mud

Someone smells mud

Despite the drought, it worked

Unbleached red color

It's like having epilepsy just by looking at it

It crawls and falls

My body to bare

Even if the clothes are torn and dusted

Every piece is for survival

After rising as a rebel flag

Why is the color of the dream stuck?

Do you throw a dry purple curtain?

It is a bold and oppressive color

That's why I don't like purple.