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Description
Sometimes there's such a silence that your pen reaches for the paper on its own, but the words are like during an interrogation: they come out with difficulty, stumble, and get tangled in their own commas. Everything has already been said, rewritten, crossed out, but the hand keeps writing again - just to get it out. The air smells of ink and the finale, where regret argues with relief, and emptiness suddenly seems more honest than any confession. It's sad, a little beautiful, and absolutely without hope of continuation. Words and Music: Yaşar Görkem Arslan Bass Guitar: Alp Gerener Drums: Canberk Çebeçioğlu Lead Electric Guitar: Mercan Büktel Mix: Yaşar Görkem Arslan Mastering: Akın Erdem Kadız Production: SideChain Records Video Director: Bedirhan Eral Director of Photography: İlyas Güner Art: Sude Naz Filiz Editor: Yaşar Görkem Arslan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Son bir kağıt. Belki de yazmamalı.
Her yeri karalı.
Ah bu ağıt dilimde olmamalı.
Her yeri yaralı.
Yok, yine yok.
Yok, yine yok.
Kimlere veda almışız ah. Boşuna ağlamışız ah.
Kaderin ağlarına bağladığın o gemileri de yak.
Bu gece anılarımı senle boşuna harcadığım gecelerimi, sabahlarımı hep of.
Son bir kağıt. Belki de yazmamalı.
Her yeri karalı.
Ah bu ağıt dilimde olmamalı.
Her yeri yaralı.
Yok, yine yok.
Yok, yine yok.
Kimlere veda almışız ah. Boşuna ağlamışız ah.
Kaderin ağlarına bağladığın o gemileri de yak.
Bu gece anılarımı senle boşuna harcadığım gecelerimi, sabahlarımı hep of.
English translation
One last paper. Maybe he shouldn't write.
It's black everywhere.
Oh, this lament shouldn't be on my tongue.
He's injured everywhere.
No, not again.
No, not again.
Oh, who did we say goodbye to? Oh, we cried in vain.
Burn those ships that you tied to the nets of destiny.
Tonight, my memories, my nights and mornings that I spent in vain with you.
One last paper. Maybe he shouldn't write.
It's black everywhere.
Oh, this lament shouldn't be on my tongue.
He's injured everywhere.
No, not again.
No, not again.
Oh, who did we say goodbye to? Oh, we cried in vain.
Burn those ships that you tied to the nets of destiny.
Tonight, my memories, my nights and mornings that I spent in vain with you.