Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aman Diyene Vurulmaz , by - Ozbi. Release date: 19.12.2019
Song language: Turkish
Aman Diyene Vurulmaz(original) |
| Aman diyene vurulmaz |
| Hayat gülene sorulmaz |
| Zaman gidene Satılmaz |
| Hayal sevene kırılmaz |
| Aman |
| Yaşantım hep yaman |
| Peşimde hep zaman |
| Al beni dört tarafımdaki tel örgülere fırlat! |
| Yanar… |
| Alevlenip geceye dağılan aşklara yaz beni |
| Bura yaz değil |
| Hep hayatımı düşünürüm her görüntü bi ayaz gibi |
| Saklar |
| Umudu telinde saz gibi |
| Az gidin bu mahallede kurulan düşlerin hiç biri maalesef bem beyaz değil |
| Savaş nedir diyo |
| Savaş bu dünyanın meşalesi |
| Yaşam nedir? |
| Yaşam içinde yananla dışında kalanın mesafesi… |
| Benimse silahım zulamda değil hep ödetir kefareti |
| Yalanın hesabını kes! |
| Bu gerçeğin işareti… |
| Kanayan derdim gezmiş kafamda tüm alemi |
| Ölüm ve hapisle donatmış dünya büyüdüğüm bu mahallemi |
| Neden? |
| Diye sorarım ve taşırım cenazemi |
| Ceza değil suçu yaratanlar bana gösterir lan nezareti |
| Ve ben hep derim |
| Aman diyene vurulmaz |
| Hayat gülene sorulmaz |
| Zaman gidene Satılmaz |
| Hayal sevene kırılmaz |
| (translation) |
| Those who say "Oh" will not be hit. |
| Life is not asked to the one who smiles |
| Time is not sold to those who are gone |
| Imagination is unbreakable |
| Oh |
| My life is always bitter |
| Time is always after me |
| Take me to the fence around me! |
| lights up… |
| Write me to the loves that flare up and disperse into the night |
| It's not summer here |
| I always think about my life, every image is like a frost |
| hides |
| Hope is like a reed on its wire |
| Unfortunately, none of the dreams set in this neighborhood are pure white. |
| says what is war |
| War is the torch of this world |
| What is life? |
| The distance between what is burned in life and what is outside… |
| My weapon is not in my stash, it always makes the redemption pay |
| Cut the account of the lie! |
| This is the sign of the truth… |
| My bleeding problem has traveled the whole world in my head |
| The world equipped with death and imprisonment, this neighborhood where I grew up |
| Why? |
| I ask and I carry my funeral |
| Those who created the crime, not the punishment, show me the supervision |
| And I always say |
| Those who say "Oh" will not be hit. |
| Life is not asked to the one who smiles |
| Time is not sold to those who are gone |
| Imagination is unbreakable |