Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kör Savaşçı , by - Sagopa Kajmer. Release date: 05.06.2003
Song language: Turkish
Kör Savaşçı(original) |
| Ben uyku dolu bu gözlerimle baktım ahalime |
| Ve kelime topladım çuvalla bendime |
| Sınırda çattım halime |
| Savaştım kör savaşçı arenasında kendime |
| Sataştı sözlerim aleyhime hep arbede! |
| Solar bu güller, anısı geride tek dikenle anılır |
| Rehine tebessüm eden azaplar oldu |
| Kezzap içti intihar çocuklarım |
| Zamanda yorulan elvedalarım |
| Pes etti, öldürüldü tüm devalarım |
| Ey, Rap’in oğlu! |
| Gözlerinde yaş düellosu |
| Ve kötürüm oldu ince ruhlar ordusu |
| Son arzusunda anlaşıldı ölümün korkusu |
| Tuhaf kokusu sardı bedenim cellat yolcusu yok olgusu |
| Sükût lütfü dileyen ellerim telaşla açılıverdi göklere |
| Panik içinde koşar adımla kaçışıyordu tüm dualarım derinlere |
| Bense dipte boğuluyordum, tek savaşıyordum en derinde |
| Arenasında kör savaşçı ellerinde yok silah |
| Siyah karanlık ortasında savaşıyor, zor! |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| «Supervision» |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| Arenasında kör savaşçı ellerinde yok silah |
| Siyah karanlık ortasında savaşıyor, zor! |
| I hate the way you look at me |
| Just like the little piece of trash |
| Under the carpet |
| Ready to tear the heartbeat |
| I’m broken, living bad luck, I’m always dirty |
| Not in the mind but in the soul! |
| Always ready to go to the street with no name |
| Save me from this bad game, my life’s been lame |
| Turning the wheels on the bus round and round |
| Reflection in the mirror makes me sick |
| Days gone by like mad |
| Filling the space with things |
| I’ve never had |
| Anxiety and stress ran out of pain |
| With nothing to gain, I’m slain |
| The mental institute is, full of guys like me and Mic |
| Hit the light and say «goodnight» |
| Can’t take the strife, uh! |
| Notebooks filled with fright |
| Killing the pens with all the presence on the pad, sad |
| I never got the math! |
| Arenasında kör savaşçı ellerinde yok silah |
| Siyah karanlık ortasında savaşıyor, zor! |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| «Supervision» |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| Arenasında kör savaşçı ellerinde yok silah |
| Siyah karanlık ortasında savaşıyor, zor! |
| (translation) |
| I looked at my people with these sleepy eyes |
| And I collected words in a sack for me |
| I'm at the border |
| I fought myself in the blind warrior arena |
| My bullying words are always a quarrel against me! |
| Solar these roses, the memory is remembered with a single thorn behind |
| There were torments that made the hostage smile |
| Kezzap drank suicide my children |
| My time-worn goodbyes |
| He gave up, killed all my cures |
| O son of Rap! |
| Duel of tears in your eyes |
| And the crippled army of thin souls |
| Fear of death understood in his last wish |
| The strange smell engulfed my body, the phenomenon of no executioner passenger |
| My hands, asking for grace and silence, hurriedly opened up to the sky. |
| All my prayers were running deep in panic |
| I was drowning at the bottom, I was fighting alone at the bottom |
| Blind warrior in the arena they have no weapons |
| Black is fighting in the middle of the dark, it's hard! |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| «Supervision» |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| Blind warrior in the arena they have no weapons |
| Black is fighting in the middle of the dark, it's hard! |
| I hate the way you look at me |
| Just like the little piece of trash |
| Under the carpet |
| Ready to tear the heartbeat |
| I'm broken, living bad luck, I'm always dirty |
| Not in the mind but in the soul! |
| Always ready to go to the street with no name |
| Save me from this bad game, my life's been lame |
| Turning the wheels on the bus round and round |
| Reflection in the mirror makes me sick |
| Days gone by like mad |
| Filling the space with things |
| I've never had |
| Anxiety and stress ran out of pain |
| With nothing to gain, I'm slain |
| The mental institute is, full of guys like me and Mic |
| Hit the light and say «goodnight» |
| Can't take the strife, uh! |
| Notebooks filled with fright |
| Killing the pens with all the presence on the pad, sad |
| I never got the math! |
| Blind warrior in the arena they have no weapons |
| Black is fighting in the middle of the dark, it's hard! |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| «Supervision» |
| «I got you stuck off the realness» |
| Blind warrior in the arena they have no weapons |
| Black is fighting in the middle of the dark, it's hard! |