Hear Me Good Friend
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I am Anatolia From Edirne to Ardahan in Elif’s ox-cart I am the wind Wafting love from beyond the blue mountains To you and her I turn to clouds in the hands of Anatolia Turn to rain And to abundance in her fertile soil I am the Mother Goddess Mother, soldier, farmhand But there in everything beautiful that you see I’m you, fearless in your heart Sagas are composed for me and sung across the ages I proliferate in your love and we bloom The heart of peace Yes, friend You, me, him her We are Anatolia Atatürk believed in her The world acknowledges— I am Turkish woman I am Anatolia Hamiye Çolakoglu |