It's the first time I got a remote control
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The bike I hit wall to wall is there
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I got beat up on Roman street, my chin in the urinal
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My father couldn't do anything because we were strangers there
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He was a liar, everyone imposed what they wanted
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My life was ruined without intervention in my childhood
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Why did this happen? |
Why was I born?
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In whose adventure did I fill my place?
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What happened is just a continuation of a bad movie
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I see a lot of greetings to my old friends
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Fuck how many times have I changed my way
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How many times have you wanted to punch someone?
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Tell me, I didn't want it to be like this
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My hand in my brain talking to myself
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Someone could say fuck it on the metrobus
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I'm going to the tavern certain, every day the same song
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don't feel sorry for me
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Whether you go or stay
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These tavern lights are on, it's in my brain
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A black laugh on my face in this tavern
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Shoot me in the taverns, the voice is obvious
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Beyoğlu, where are you? |
Beyoğlu do you know who you are?
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One last tango counter in the metrobus, plenty of fiasco
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Come to me with Richie Rich's dog this is El Dorado
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Our fashion is old-fashioned
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Worse-than-studded cleats in my head come and go? |
If I don't put death on my tongue, will this song laugh at me?
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If it were Morrissey, do you think he would say that in his song?
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I don't think, those who see blood on the stairs will understand.
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All the walls stand straight in their empty halls
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Anyway, it came like this, it's going to go like this
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Nothing will change at the end of this evening
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If there were fifty different invitations in twenty tones
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Tell me, do brands also unite in a single urinal?
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Pierce my heart with a rotring tip
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Who knows what will come out, you won't be surprised
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don't feel sorry for me
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Whether you go or stay
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These tavern lights are on, it's in my brain
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A black laugh on my face in this tavern |