The farther you get from this city
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It's like I'm getting rid of this poison
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Even though it's been years (ey)
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One side of me is Istanbul, one side of me is Bodrum
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From its place, always from the most special
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Your name will never be erased from my lips
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"Do I want to be saved?" |
I asked again
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One side of me is Istanbul, one side of me is Bodrum
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I fell in love Bodrum (Bodrum)
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But I hated it was like Istanbul (ey)
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I can neither run away nor fight
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Either step on the raki table or wine
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I keep putting it inside me, you know I'm devastated
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We have come to neither absorb nor bury
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We're bleeding out, everything is over for nothing
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I've been writing and still not getting tired of it
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I'm writing you
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Doesn't your poison kill
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I'm writing you
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Doesn't your poison kill
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It was understood that he was affected by his breath that night from my voice.
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I couldn't resist I kissed her neck (ey)
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Part of me was saying "end", part of me was "eternal"
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It's obvious that he's hiding his feelings.
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He smiles at my jokes
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Hated my return ticket (ey)
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Part of me was with him, part of me was without him
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I'm addicted Bodrum (Bodrum)
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But I threw up my lungs it was like Istanbul
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I was either going to hurt or make a clear decision.
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What good would it do if I went, who would it benefit if I stayed?
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Such sweet feelings are forbidden for years anyway.
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This time, a wound that feels beautiful in both ways (wound, wound)
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We're bleeding out, everything is over for nothing
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I've been writing and still not getting tired of it
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I'm writing you
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Doesn't your poison kill
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I'm writing you
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Doesn't your poison kill |