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I Hug Somebody

Versions: #1
Rumours much
But there is no value to it
Is the dream of tomorrow
Enough for today?
 
It gets to me
Lies to my way
My scars are from yesterday
They're mad to tomorrow
 
Rumours much
But there is no value to it,
Is the dream of tomorrow
Enough for today?
 
It gets to me
Lies to my way
My scars are from yesterday
They're mad to tomorrow
 
I hug somebody
It reminds deeply
What's the point of being offended
The spring fades away
 
Collect the beautiful one
It revives you just then you thought you're dead
Certainly, the lover one to be loved
That's the hate, as hate as
 
Over and over again
 
I hug somebody
It reminds deeply
What's the point of being offended
The spring fades away
 
Collect the beautiful one
It revives you just then you thought you're dead
Certainly, the lover one to be loved
That's the hate, as hate as
 
There is the pain
When you look under of the surface
Something that hurts waist of ant
When no one knows
 
The person who shows sympathy
To the offensive one
There are a few things of everyone
Inside of them
 
There is the pain
When you look under of the surface
Something that hurts waist of ant
When no one knows
 
The person who shows sympathy
To the offensive one
There are a few things
of everyone
 
Rumours much
But there is no value to it
Is the dream of tomorrow
Enough for today?
 
It gets to me
Lies to my way
My scars are from yesterday
They're mad to tomorrow
 
I hug somebody
It reminds deeply
What's the point of being offended
The spring fades away
 
Collect the beautiful one
It revives you just then you thought you're dead
Certainly, the lover one to be loved
That's the hate, as hate as
 
There is the pain
When you look under of the surface
Something that hurts when no one knows
 
The person who shows sympathy
To the offensive one
There are a few things of everyone
 
There is the pain
When you look under of the surface
Something that hurts waist of ant
When no one knows
 
The person who shows sympathy
To the offensive one
There are a few things of everyone
Inside of them
 
There is the pain
When you look under of the surface
Something that hurts when no one knows
 
The person who shows sympathy
To the offensive one
There are a few things of everyone
Inside of them
 

Deep inside

The fire is expanded
Dumpster in the massiveness
Cinema of complexity
That you can watch upfront
Outsiders freeze to death
Outsiders freeze to death
 
Lovebreak? Or the shame of the past time?
Loss of lethargy?
Did we get into a boat that has no rope?
Leaving behind the land to go deep inside
Leving behind the land
 
Deep inside, hey
 
Lovebreak? Or the shame of the past time?
Loss of lethargy?
Did we get into a boat that has no rope?
Leaving behind the land to go deep inside
Leving behind the land
 
Deep inside, hey
 

His Door is Closed

Bro you've got a frog on your head
You make up in your mind to hit randomly someone
There's an old frog maybe he's 1000 years old
There's fog upon its head and you're at down of that fog
You're in a hall
You consider it as an ocean
However you're in a hall, İsmet is next to you
İsmets come Ismets go away
You win, and İsmet cherishes
The other things becomes rotten in old chests.
You fall but İsmet gives you a hand
Game ends game be quiet
Finally All the cards are open
What I see is not what you see actually
And also what I hear
That you've been hearing at now
 
His door is closed, he's surrounded
He paves in of us we never see him
His words are made of whispers, and he's hung down
For the sake of an enormous space, his everything's scattered
 
You can't divide them according to their seasons
Because as you think that they're here or there
They have built another illegal floor
As you're sleeping they got in your home
As you're thinking they found
As you're stalking, they tasted
You were a fish in a pool
However you were mud up
They didn't let you to play with them.
You thought of forward, you couldn't forward
You thought of back, you rewarded to the hole
You forgot who they were
Really who are they bro?
Who the hell are you!
I'm asking to ismet.
I'll build houses with the woods in my hands
Instead why should I take them to hit your neck?
 
I used to hurt myself to create in the past
I used to spent myself half by half as I was thinking I'll never be ended
To bring an order to this garbage I bared my breast
Then I didn't want my heart to be a prey for a prick or for a lizard
I went out to the street it was mine
It was yours as much as mine
A blind beggar who knew it suddenly went nuts
He said:
 
'Take this head put it in the basket
Say on thousands of lies'
 
His door is closed, he's surrounded
He paves in of us we never see him
His words are made of whispers, and he's hung down
For the sake of an enormous space, his everything's scattered
 

Have Had Enough

[note: The original lyrics here are mistaken and incomplete, I dropped a link below. I followed that lyrics video translating.]
 
We are within each other but not like together
They rent the existence of ours to the lies
Since who finds the way thinks he the owner is,
The stones that hit our head are a longlife tv series.
 
Rivers, my head and my tooth as well - they hurt
I’m tired, sir, I’m going away for this reason, be sure that
Well done all us, I’m not talking this way due to my anger
What I am sorry for is you have been lazy and repeater.
 
In the mornings and at the night I sensed the farewell
Turning toward the trace of the crack on the wall,
My life is a flood of the memories, it’s zigzag-shaped
It’s the school of stones thrown to the head in the desert.
 
The promises of the hours are in pieces, they are upside down
 
I’ve had enough and I filled the cup, I filled it
The rose in front of me, I withered it.
I’m in pain, I’ve melodies for my hurt
I’ve friends who color my winter.
All the time I have chased the traces
My conditions are inside the behavior
The fishing lines dangling in the crowd
I’m thinking about a teeter-totter
The fire and the rain are one ofter another.
 
The evening is upward all the time, the nights are sideward
Look at the moonlight on the sea and then into your mind
Chase the fish, what is this rush and haste for?
There is a moment, always there but I can’t come through the door.
We are flying getting on a trouble bird
The love’s flare and forest fire are hand in hand
We have become the helper of the earth and we ask for helps from the sky.
Don’t cheat anyone anymore, do what is appropriate by what you hold.
 
The last version of the space have been postponed for many generations
I’d ask someone who knows that, if they have seen, if you have seen
But I am bored of your answer.
The madness of the cities.
Their brains overheat, teeter-tooter up and down continuously
The clocks are the alarms of the contest.
The end of the marathon is a swamp.
The rich one is insidious,
The underdogs are determined.
The darkness have become an acquaintance of ours.
If only it was spring and we were sleeping on the roof.
 
In the mornings and at the night I sensed the farewell
Turning toward the trace of the crack on the wall,
My life is a flood of the memories, it’s zigzag-shaped
It’s the school of stones thrown to the head in the desert.
 
The promises of the hours are in pieces, they are upside down
 
I’ve had enough and I filled the cup, I filled it
The rose in front of me, I withered it.
I’m in pain, I’ve melodies for my hurt
I’ve friends who color my winter.
All the time I have chased the traces
My conditions are inside the behavior
The fishing lines dangling in the crowd
I’m thinking about a teeter-totter
The fire and the rain are one ofter another.
 

İnsanın Düştüğü Durumlar

patched words, i cant speak
wounded roads, nobody goes
 
i saw you, you were falling
you were chasing jerks asses
you heads windows closed really tight
 
no air inside
mafias with no souls no honor
you danced ugly ugly
 
tight headed door's key is in nook places
buildings made of garbage
look my hands reaching to you
i have your questions now
hit the roads soon
 
patched words, i cant speak
wounded roads, nobody goes
 
like ruined yoghurt or broken toy
you no longer think of your old desires
you think of those with no sleep to reach for
you no longer think of your old desires
you dont remember dont you
you dont remember dont you
 
patched words, i cant speak
wounded roads, nobody goes
 

I Won't Forget Till You Feel Ashamed.

Versions: #2
Ask it to a lie or to whom lives a lie,
What goes through his mind when he lays his head on the pillow.
The more you’re humane, the more meaningful your existence.
Otherwise, who would remember the ones who already passed away.
Possessions are mundane,
Otherwise, would the departed wear the pocketless shrouds?
 
The things leaking through your filth turned into an ocean
Your ship doesn’t survive under this wind
Drop your anchor deep
Let your crew go
Hold your head in your hands
And think…
 
Shame on you
Shame on you
How can a man not feel ashamed, man?
You should carry your conscience like a gold medal.
All it takes one spark to start a forest fire.
They won’t forget, we won’t forget, I won’t forget.
 
Watch the ones who jump after a fool
who throws a stone into a well.
Watch the ones who build their wealth
With lies and scams.
The ones who blasted the best years of our lives
Have neither a mirror
Nor a heart
As the tired and lonely generation
Whose youth wasted in vain
Hold on to each other,
They didn’t and won’t take a fall
 
The things leaking through your filth turned into an ocean
Your ship doesn’t survive under this wind
Drop your anchor deep
Let your crew go
Hold your head in your hands
And think…
 
Shame on you
Shame on you
How can a man not feel ashamed, man?
You should carry your conscience like a gold medal.
All it takes one spark to start a forest fire.
They won’t forget, we won’t forget, I won’t forget.