Sea was my lover's song
War anchored on its blue voice
my lover,
the dead soldier.

Wheat was my lover's song
War handcuffed its golden stare
my lover,
the dead soldier.

Peace was my lover's song
War divided its white laugher into two
my lover,
the dead soldier.

I hear my lover
the soldier is singing a song
blue songs are knocking on our door.
I hear,
Those who die in a war,
they sing the best songs for peace.

Lefko$a, 1978
Mehmet Ya$In