Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bulanık Sular, artist - Ceza. Album song Suspus, in the genre Турецкий рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.2015
Record label: Esen
Song language: Turkish
Bulanık Sular(original) |
Şah ile mat |
Vezir ile tefeci |
Şahidin yok saklanan ise gerçek |
Şaibe çok katlanır buna herkes |
Bir can doğar, bin can gömer |
Bak bir sağa sola kim var kalan |
Denize dökülü yalan filan falan |
Gökteki yedi kata yumruğu kaldır |
Herkesi kandır, kanmaz yaradan |
Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı |
Duman her yer beden toprağın |
Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım |
Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız |
Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı |
Duman her yer beden toprağın |
Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım |
Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız |
Saklanır gerçek, gizlenir senden |
Dizlerin çözülür ve izlenir herkes |
Bizleri görür ama bir selam vermez |
Adam beğenmez ama adam derler |
Kimisi var, kimisi yok gibidir |
Aynı gemisi var, gerisi yol açık umman |
Tut demiri çek çapayı hadi yaylan |
Kimse yanında kalmaz bir anda |
Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı |
Duman her yer beden toprağın |
Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım |
Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız |
Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı |
Duman her yer beden toprağın |
Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım |
Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız |
(translation) |
checkmate with king |
usurer with vizier |
There is no witness, the hiding is real |
Shaibe bears this a lot, everyone |
A soul is born, a thousand lives are buried |
Look who's left |
A lie spilled into the sea or something. |
Raise your fist to the seven floors in the sky |
Deceive everyone, the creator is not fooled |
Above the city, dead land |
Smoke is everywhere, body is soil |
Dry all around, my empty glass |
Turbid waters flow, flow is useless |
Above the city, dead land |
Smoke is everywhere, body is soil |
Dry all around, my empty glass |
Turbid waters flow, flow is useless |
The truth is hidden from you |
Your knees are bent and everyone is watched |
He sees us but does not greet us. |
The man doesn't like it, but they say man |
Some are there, some are not |
He has the same ship, the rest is open to Oman |
Grab the iron pull the anchor come on spring |
No one stays by your side |
Above the city, dead land |
Smoke is everywhere, body is soil |
Dry all around, my empty glass |
Turbid waters flow, flow is useless |
Above the city, dead land |
Smoke is everywhere, body is soil |
Dry all around, my empty glass |
Turbid waters flow, flow is useless |