Done Mountain Şiiri - Yorumlar

This is the winded story of an ugly sailor traveled every sea
Such a despair, sadness he faces behind gates closing each time, ere he sees through.
Hard to admit he really knows, all that burden for an initial, all he gets his chest blue
It is hard to pocket each of them, since non of the gates shows true
Being heavier for his swollen shoulders, carious bones and his crew as he carries the gates to done-mountain
Which is a place with the gates taken along a long distance to be piled on by the captain
He first has to pass the rusty bridge, it is not its name, a curse that rusts beings for their each step taken