5 meals on a full stomach, «do» and «re» are amazing
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My joy from the melodies that drove me to suicide
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It takes courage to die with me
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Don't stop near death
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You are the same thing anyway, soul and you
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Black on white becomes a song when you think, you know?
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Snowman a.k.a kaysin is somewhat conscious
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I started pen to paper to remember you
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Smoke I guess even magic the whole image is grayish
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a cold place
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Death note, let my day be wasted, my soul will be empty
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It is useless because there is no one who understands what I write.
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in vain?
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Is this why I have no strength, even if it's hard, even if I'm exhausted
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i run
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You left today, but tomorrow?
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tomorrow sunday i am at home
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You left today, but tomorrow, why did you forget to return?
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Didn't you find a pickaxe and a shovel and bury me in your heart?
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What should I do, be you now and not die right after?
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I guess you don't understand or I'm inadequate
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Every day I ignore conquers us inside
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I'm getting farther and farther away from history
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He is the closest to him, the saddest of all servants
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He can't translate me to you, the most decent of your servants
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You know that you exist in me, but I wonder how old you are?
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Get back here now
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And in return, whatever you want that is not mine, let me give you what
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do you think?
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Lift the ruins save me and suffocate me
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Hurry, my time is short, my life will be over soon
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I will surely find something to write to you
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Because every line written is actually a precursor to the next.
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My eyes are squinting
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There is no escape, I am unhappy, I miss
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Your closed eyes when I'm a sore throat away
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This man promises himself to die every day
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But you're sleeping, you're comfortable with eyes on you
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If I was taken on an empty stomach, I would starve.
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If I die of hunger, will mommy see me from the world?
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The world is from here blue, green, white, black, brown, red, "you yellow"
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what about my image?
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Black and white, when you think the sun rises in the sky
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In the presence of its whiteness to the cloudy sky
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My perishable mental health make me happy so
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Smile to death, smile to my face
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Even the thought of making you think is enough.
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Your absence has a right on me.
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The mist of a new morning that I embraced is raining on my window
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The rain reminded me how much you love him
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It's raining from someone else's eyes
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Two drops in love with each other fell on my lips
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Every brick of every building has just cracked
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You can't believe it, one fell on my heart, come!
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Remove the ruins, see this truth with your eyes
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The same sparrow with the six-month life story
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I'm gone for now, not in any of your dreams
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In a moment, maybe today, maybe this weekend I'm with you
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I was always missing you, you were always the same
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My faith in you got me on the bow of despair
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My faith that I don't have in you used to say something
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Go sigh once; |
but come with me first. |
(Of!)
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Istanbul consists of a home for you, sometimes on the opposite side
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Let the bridges collapse one day and you also stand in front of
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What, you fall next to me again
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Nor should a rusty clasp fall on my hand
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Weaker than a woman to be your husband
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You're making love to her, even if you lie to my face
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You can't underestimate me if love is passing you by
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I lived my childhood on Ottoman soil
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So I'm no different than the one walking on the sands of the Sahara desert
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Neither you come, nor grief with you, let the pain come!
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The fool who puts another person to shame as love
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Your mouth dripping honey when you say I can't be yours
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Now he asks the same question again, why are you still me?
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That's why I'm still yours; |
We have a secret with you
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Like you, I don't tell everyone about our secret.
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The thief of my life, blood will flow to your land one day
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That day my youth will drown in peach red |