HOTEL ROOMS

It is pity burns in these narrow rooms
In the smoky lamps, in the smoky lams

A reflection lingers of faces known
In the misty glass, in the misty glass

Tscattered clothes are astrangled man
On the broken tables, on the broken tables

And the shuffling slippers top secret things
On the dingy floors, on the dingy floors

In the naked walls throbs the pulse of pain
In the wounds of nails, in the wounds of nails

Hear the teeth of time gnaw the rotting wood
In the dusty lofts, in the dusty lofts

Weep for those who die without voice or friend
In hotel rooms, in hotel rooms

NECIP FAZIL KISAKUREK