by Eglė Kordiukovaitė (LT)
Ode of Ata Ata
Ata ata Ataturk, you are the ‘Father of the Turk’
Everybody raises hands for You
And stand for a minute in a queue.
You had such beautiful mustaches,
And in your ashtray you left lots of ashes.
You cared about everybody,
Thast why they are making tattoo of you
In their body.
In peoples lifes you were like a boom,
Thats why they are keeping your photo
In every market, school and room.
They were nodding their head,
When you said :
,, Hey, lets change a dress‘‘.
And you were an example of a good soldier,
And in the same time you ruled a country
And was a soldier…
In the same time…in the same time…
Once upon a time, a time saved your life
Maybe it was God, or maybe a sign?
And its really doesnt matter
Who saved your life in Canakale,
Even if it was just a pocket watch,
Which was breathing with the same rythm as your heart.
But the bullet was immediately caught
And probably at that moment you said:
,, oh thank You God‘‘…
You had a blue eyes,
So maybe thats why
You were breaking others like ice.
When enemies ship came to Istanbul
You just quietly whispered
,,Just turn around and go through that seaside blue‘‘.
Maybe it was hard for you to trust somebody,
But life was greatful for you and gave you buddy.
People says ,,dog is the man‘s best friend‘‘
And they were right
Because Foks was always by your side.
You were reading books and writing them
You were a master of the pen.
Turkey had a war with France
But you made it perfectly,
Like your Zeybek dance.
People said you should be strict and hard
But you said ,,no‘‘
,,Democracy is better‘‘.