There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
there’s a bluebird in my hear that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him,
I say,stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my books sales in Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re in there, so don’t be
sad then I put him back, but he’s singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let hım die
and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do you?
"Yemen'de kardeşiyle evine su taşırken bir keskin nişancı kurşunuyla başından vurulan Rüveyda hangi uluslararası dengeyi bozmuş olabilir?" Diye sorgulamalı insan.
Sen vuruldun, biz paramparça olduk Rüveyda...
Başka bir insanın hakikati, onun sana açıkladığı şeyde değil, açıklayamadığı şeydedir. Bu yüzden, onu anlamak istersen, söylediğine değil, söylemediğine kulak ver.