More songs by Gökhan Namlı
Description
There are nights that seem to freeze between “I still love you” and “it's too late.” Everything is quiet then: even thoughts tiptoe around so as not to wake what is long gone. The air is thick, like smoke after the last cigarette, and it seems as if memory itself is sitting opposite you - in your shirt, with your scent, with that same stubborn gaze.
And even though the excuses are long gone, and conversations with the past have become awkward, these stories still live inside - unspoken, unloved, unresolved. Fate, like an ink stain, has left a slight shadow on the face of what was once called “us.” And no new chapter will begin until this line stops hurting.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ne garip bir gece.
İyiden niye yaş olup akıyor hasretin gözümden?
Silinmez verilir yere, yazılır bir kere.
Soyunur koynuma, sokulur sen diye.
Duruyor mu yerinde bir yana biz dolu hikayeler.
Arayıp soramam, tükendi elimdeki bahaneler.
Kaderin karası yüzündeki gizli saklı cümleler.
Unutup silemem yaşattığını bana bahaneler.
Duruyor mu yerinde bir yana biz dolu hikayeler.
Arayıp soramam, tükendi elimdeki bahaneler.
Kaderin karası yüzündeki gizli saklı cümleler.
Unutup silemem yaşattığını bana bahaneler.
Duruyor mu yerinde bir yanı biz dolu hikayeler.
Arayıp soramam, tükendi elimdeki bahaneler.
Kaderin karası yüzündeki gizli saklı cümleler.
Unutup silemem yaşattığını bana bahaneler.
Duruyor mu yerinde bir yana biz dolu hikayeler.
Arayıp soramam, tükendi elimdeki bahaneler.
Kaderin karası yüzündeki gizli saklı cümleler.
Unutup silemem yaşattığını bana bahaneler.
English translation
What a strange night.
Why do tears of longing flow from my eyes?
It is not erased, it is given to the place, it is written once.
He undresses and cuddles into my bosom for you.
Does it stand still? Our stories are full of them.
I can't call and ask, I've run out of excuses.
Hidden sentences on the black face of fate.
I can't forget or erase the excuses you made me experience.
Does it stand still? Our stories are full of them.
I can't call and ask, I've run out of excuses.
Hidden sentences on the black face of fate.
I can't forget or erase the excuses you made me experience.
Does it seem appropriate? We are full of stories.
I can't call and ask, I've run out of excuses.
Hidden sentences on the black face of fate.
I can't forget or erase the excuses you made me experience.
Does it stand still? Our stories are full of them.
I can't call and ask, I've run out of excuses.
Hidden sentences on the black face of fate.
I can't forget or erase the excuses you made me experience.