This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
I feel an indescribable excitement within me
My eyes drift far away, endlessly
I seem to be thinking of something
Something profound and deeply meaningful
I do not know how I appear from the outside
But inside me, a restless child is running around
A kite glides through the clouds in the sky
And when we heard that sound as children, we always looked up at the heavens
One of those passenger planes is flying over us now
And the ball of children playing across the street rolls to our feet
Then a voice calls out: Sister! Can you throw back our ball?
Indeed, we too once played games with our friends
On some days, our only thought was the game of hide-and-seek we would play tomorrow
Before falling asleep, we would wonder where we could hide tomorrow so no one would find us
Have we grown up now?
What became of those old mischievous days?
What became of the brilliant plans we made while playing?
What became of the innocent childhood that woke each morning with fresh excitement?
Sometimes a person must ask themselves
What happened and how did it happen?
What became of our childhood, which grew up amid so much innocence?
