Description
The city lives at a hundred miles an hour, and every intersection is like a test of survival. Here, no one asks why you're in such a hurry - just keep your chin up and don't show that you're tired. The air smells of gasoline, anxiety, and a faint hope for a miracle that might happen around the next corner.
Plans swarm in your head like flies around a streetlight, but the path still leads to where the noise of engines is louder than your thoughts. Some dream of money, others simply don't want to return empty-handed. And while some are looking for a way out, others become part of these walls - concrete, indifferent, but so familiar.
In this rhythm, there are no pauses, no pity. Only a constant “search for a way out,” like an internal metronome. And yet, there is a strange pride in moving forward, even when the world whispers, “Don't trust anyone.”
Producer: Onur Atly
Mixing and mastering: Onur Atly
Executive producer: Batuhan Kaynak
Video production: WILD8
Director: Nuri Chetinel, Fatih Aktug
Video shooting: Nuri Chetinel, Fatih Aktug
Video editing: Fon Bartu
Cover: Nuri Chetinel, Fon Bartu
Lyrics and translation
Original
İşte bu yüzden başım dik ana
Güvenemez oldum hiç bi insana
Bu sokaklar aldırıyor risk bana
Kafamda binbir türlü plan çıkış hep ara
Biliyosun yolun sonu garip ama harbi tat
Sokak harbi bitmez sonuç galip olsa ne yazar
Oluşuyo habitat evde yok ki sabit hat
Telefonum çalar yeniden çizilir haritam
Bizde rota çok pota kırık sona yakın yol
Sevmem fotoğraf kafam rahat olsa karambol
Asker DNA düvelden şaka yok
Aramam bi neden o yüzden ayık ol
Bu çocuklar deli para peşinde sen delik ara kaçacak
Elim kanlı bi o kadar gözüm kara
Atar nabzım sonda adrenalin olur tavan
Mercedesler Coupe iki kapı cam tavan
İki kuple oku vurur kalbe derinden
Seven gider burada ne gelir ki senin elinden
Nokta mezarlıkken kim kazanan kim yenilen
Otuzunda zenginiz ya da dönmez değirmen
İşte bu yüzden başım dik ana
Güvenemez oldum hiç bi insana
Bu sokaklar aldırıyor risk bana
Kafamda binbir türlü plan çıkış hep ara
İşte bu yüzden başım dik ana
Güvenemez oldum hiç bi insana
Bu sokaklar aldırıyor risk bana
Kafamda binbir türlü plan çıkış hep ara
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Hep ara çıkış
Kafamda binbir türlü plan var
Kafamda binbir türlü plan var
English translation
That's why I hold my head high, mother
I can't trust anyone
These streets make me take risks
I'm always looking for a thousand different plans and solutions in my head.
You know, the end of the road is strange but it's a real taste
Street war never ends, what happens if the result is a victory?
A habitat is formed, there is no landline at home
My phone rings, my map is redrawn
Our route is very broken, the road is close to the end.
I don't like photography, even if I'm at peace, it's chaos.
Soldier DNA is no joke from the world
I don't call for a reason so be sober
These kids are crazy about money and they will run away.
My hands are bloody and I'm so blind
My pulse beats, adrenaline rushes to the ceiling
Mercedes Coupe two doors glass roof
Two couple arrows hit the heart deeply
The lover leaves here, what can you do?
When the point is a graveyard, who wins and who loses?
We are rich at thirty or the mill will not turn
That's why I hold my head high, mother
I can't trust anyone
These streets make me take risks
I'm always looking for a thousand different plans and solutions in my head.
That's why I hold my head high, mother
I can't trust anyone
These streets make me take risks
I'm always looking for a thousand different plans and solutions in my head.
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
Always look for exit
I have all kinds of plans in my head
I have all kinds of plans in my head