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Description
Producer: Sefa Kaya
Lyricist, Composer: Sefa Kaya
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hakan abim'cesine ayaklarıma prangalar vurdular
Gerçekler açıga çıkmaz sınanmadan duygular
Kral falan demez belini kırar zaman
Kuytularda dram sarar pencereleri
Gram kadar uykularla yetinmekte ustayımdır
Bu yetenek allah vergisi diyorlar,sanırım sus payımdı
Şifremi tuşlayınca içindeki şu puşt ayıldı
Kimseyi kandıramazsın sattıgın yufka yırtık
Şehirdeki her ruh kayıptır
Kimyasal haritalar satan binlerce manita var
Money falan tamamsa aklı kaçırmamak için saglam bi barikat al
Hani batarsan habitatında manik atarsın
Aynı sokaklarda milyonlarca garip adam ve mutsuz kadın
Kaldırımda kustukları ruhsuz tavır
Sabah zorlaştırır yutkunmamı
Yine de burda ölmek tutkum sanırım
Şu lanet ufkum tanık
Hakan abim'cesine ayaklarıma prangalar vurdular
Dilerim ki bizle aynı kafeslere girin
Ey yüce majesteleri!
Daha kaç mavzer ateşlemeli fikirlerinin abes temeli?
Kızgınlıgın sana ragmen gülüşlere mi,kadehlere mi?
Dürüst ol!
Referans noktamız neden hapsolmamız?
"aman başlama dert anlatmaya,gece mahvolmasın"cılık veteran kolpalık
Hemen aç torbanı
Beden afyon tadıyla bitkin artık
Ve telaş zorbalık
Ketamin sanata dönüştü
Ne garip halata geçirdik boynumuzu
Rutinimiz mekanik şamata
E karizmana da çizik gelmesin
Klasik flaşlarla yükselir trajik tirajlar
İstanbul'da trafiksiz akşam gibi cinayetsiz gündem
Kifayetsiz cümlelerimi rica ettim dünden,lütfen
Barışçıl fikirlerin ziynetinde kalamadım
Yaşarken midesinde canavarın
Hakan abim'cesine ayaklarıma prangalar vurdular
Aynasında geçmişe dair ne varsa
Saplanıp kalmayı seçmiş enayi
Yüzünde çizik yok fakat ruhu eski fedailercesine
Teslim her hain bıçaga
Esti fail-i meçhul lodoslar
Bu nasıl bir aşk albayım?
Ekmek aslanın agzında diyenlerin derdi aslan payı
Başkalarına harita satanların ruhu baştan kayıp
Karıştırma büyümek ve yaşlanmayı
Vakit denen frensiz deli
Yok ederken tüm rasyonel prensipleri
Direncin yenilir
Ki derdin devinim
İçine dogdugun düzenle sinerjin
Lüks otel lobisinde tinerci
Jenerasyonlar boyunca yenen afyonlar
Sanki çogalıyordu sana gelirken duraklar
Susmayan agızlar ve dinlemeyen kulaklarla
Dolu bi cehennemde bi hayli manasız bu laflar
Biliyorum
English translation
They put shackles on my feet as if they were my brother Hakan.
Facts are not revealed, feelings are not tested
Time doesn't say anything like a king, it breaks your back
Drama surrounds the windows in the nooks and crannies
I am a master at being content with grams of sleep.
They say this talent is God's gift, I guess my silence was my share
When I typed in my password, that bastard inside of me woke up.
You can't fool anyone, the dough you sell is torn
Every soul in the city is lost
There are thousands of girlfriends selling chemical maps
If money is okay, get a solid barricade to avoid losing your mind.
You know, if you sink, you'll go crazy in your habitat.
Millions of strange men and unhappy women on the same streets
The soulless attitude they vomit on the sidewalk
Makes it hard for me to swallow in the morning
Still, I think it's my passion to die here
My damn horizon is a witness
They put shackles on my feet as if they were my brother Hakan.
I hope you enter the same cages as us.
O your majesty!
How many more absurd bases of Mauser firing ideas?
Is your anger towards smiles or glasses despite you?
Be honest!
Why is our confinement our reference point?
"Oh, don't start talking about your troubles, don't let the night be ruined", veteran swindling
Open your bag now
Your body is exhausted with the taste of opium
And the rush is the tyranny
Ketamine turned into art
What a strange rope we put our necks on
Our routine is mechanical racket
And don't let your charisma suffer.
Tragic circulations rise with classical flashes
An agenda without murder, like an evening without traffic in Istanbul
I asked for my inadequate sentences from yesterday, please
I couldn't stay in the trappings of peaceful ideas
While he was alive, there was a monster in his stomach
They put shackles on my feet as if they were my brother Hakan.
Whatever is in your mirror about the past
The sucker who chose to stay stuck
There is no scratch on his face, but his soul is like an old bouncer.
Surrender to every treacherous knife
Unknown southwest winds blew
What kind of love is this, colonel?
The problem of those who say bread is in the lion's mouth is the lion's share
The soul of those who sell maps to others is lost from the beginning
Mixing grow and age
The crazy thing called time without brakes
While destroying all rational principles
Your resistance is defeated
What's your problem, movement?
The synergy you were born into
Thinner in luxury hotel lobby
Opiums eaten through the generations
It was as if the pauses were increasing while coming to you.
With mouths that don't shut up and ears that don't listen
These words are so meaningless in a hell full of people.
I know