Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yalan Dolan, artist - Bora Uzer. Album song B1, in the genre Турецкая альтернативная музыка
Date of issue: 18.02.2009
Record label: Doublemoon
Song language: Turkish
Yalan Dolan(original) |
Yalan dolan inanan yaşanan her olay |
Kafam dolar ve bana bu dert olan |
Kendi işini, kendi bitirir insan. |
Bak bir arkana acaba kim var? |
Hayatın anlamsız tribinden kaç kurtul ve de kendini zorlama |
Katlanır olmalı bazen tek bir sefer de sıkılma her bir yoklama. |
Tek teke düm teke geçmez hayatın saçılın küllere benzer amansız |
Gördüğün her şey hepsi yalandır |
Gelebilir ölüm hemde zamansız. |
Kanamadan damarın sarmalı yaraları kapamalı |
Sana bana damaları yakmak kalır ama herkesin ahmak |
Yüzleri yakalanır arada bir yakmalı çakmak |
Öylece tartaklanabilir ölümüne seslenir alçaklıkla |
sanki bir seksek. |
Görünüyor gibi deli dolu kaç sene geçti tek düze |
Yalan dolan inanan yaşanan her olay |
Kafam dolar ve bana bu dert olan |
Kendi işini, kendi bitirir insan. |
Bak bir arkana acaba kim var? |
Bir yer gelir herkesin aklına |
Kahrına katlanır arkadan arkaya saklanır |
Ortaya Çıkmaz hele bir de suçluysa kimi vurduysa |
Beden artık delirir ve de kaçmak gerekir her şeyi bırakıp |
Bir anda kendini yukarıda bulmak ister azraili bekler vede tırsmaz |
Seni beni onu bunu tanımaksızın haber alır amacına varabilir amacını bulur |
Ama yaralarımıza basamadan adamın adını dolabıma yazabilir |
Hani bana dersin yanımıza gelsin vede görsün dersini istersin |
Her şeyi yersin öylece boş boş beklersin yeniden geri teklersin sen |
Yalan dolan inanan yaşanan her olay |
Kafam dolar ve bana bu dert olan |
Kendi işini, kendi bitirir insan. |
Bak bir arkana acaba kim var? |
(translation) |
All the events that happen that are full of lies and believe |
My head is full and this is what troubles me |
A person finishes his own work. |
Look back, who's there? |
Get rid of the meaningless trip of life and don't force yourself |
Each roll call should be foldable, sometimes only once. |
One by one, your life does not pass one by one, your life is like scattering ashes, relentless |
Everything you see is all a lie |
Death may come, untimely. |
The coil of the vein should close the wounds without bleeding |
It's up to you to burn the checkers, but everyone is an idiot |
Their faces are caught every now and then a lit lighter |
He can just be slapped and call to his death in defiance |
like a hopscotch. |
It seems crazy how many years have passed |
All the events that happen that are full of lies and believe |
My head is full and this is what troubles me |
A person finishes his own work. |
Look back, who's there? |
A place comes to everyone's mind |
It folds to the hilt, hides from back to back |
It won't come out, especially if he's guilty, whoever he shot |
The body goes mad now and it is necessary to escape, leaving everything behind. |
He wants to find himself upstairs, waits for the grim reaper and does not climb. |
He hears you from me without knowing it, he can reach his goal, he finds his purpose |
But she can write the man's name on my locker before she can step on our wounds |
You know, you tell me, you want him to come to us and see your lesson. |
You eat everything, you wait idly, you kick back again |
All the events that happen that are full of lies and believe |
My head is full and this is what troubles me |
A person finishes his own work. |
Look back, who's there? |