If you see me in the streets
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I came out of Üsküdar on my own
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I've seen confused people who don't like anyone
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Cut out those who don't look in the mirror, binoculars
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a kilo of paint is not enough, take a little more
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Bitch that can't find her style
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Please love me or I'm offended by you
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You come and talk to the gas of the person next to you
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Foyan comes out, you still talk
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Your ticket is cut, you can't be sincere again
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On the contrary, when you look at me, you can't see your way
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Seven hills million people, we'll see eye to eye
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Jealous looks are chosen from among
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What if you have a jealousy complex?
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I also take the minibus whenever I want.
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As the steps are fast, they are walked as they walk
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In your mouth … another kind of poetry
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There is a side gaze, a wishful expression.
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Of course, go ahead and let the dogs walk a little.
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My route is clear, even though it's not my note...
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Aşık Veyselin … the master of the business
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The magic you see in Nazim and Mehmet Akif
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You rarely find the same rhythm nowadays
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If you see me again on the streets
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I cry, I laugh at you, what the street understands
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It's full of know-it-alls, look around
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There are still those who count where they are with what they know
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Okay, maybe you are also very good in your own way
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In my opinion, you are not an ax
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Some have sadness, some have hatred
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I'm not an animal in a ship of lies like you
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Not on the streets, one color for no time
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Some draw halo, some unity, some always color
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Some horon tops come, drums and zurna support
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Some are looking for trouble, the other is a profession
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While we were waiting for the lodos, a crazy wind blew
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And let the breeze come and cut the unnecessary sounds
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Give a voice so that the letter knows its destination
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You have egos, you are unhappy, then you are the problem
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Yes, I'm the madman of the house
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The smartest person is something you can't do
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If you don't have a problem, what's the point of crying for you?
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All your dry fields, all your fights
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Of all the rotating dlaps
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crows in the sky
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It doesn't make sense at a glance, listen to the streets again
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Read again, these are the pages I wrote. |