02.01.2019
His Pouch Is Made Of Velvet
His pouch is made of velvet, his voice comes from cafe*
Sits there gambling
Oh the corner of my lung*
Oh, send it to Beyoğlu, send it
Baby, send it to İstanbul
Send it, love, send it
Your eyes, my birdie, look down
When they turn (on the other side) and see me
In my heart, oh, in my heart they slaughter/impale me'
I dont have velvet pillow
I've never gone to your room
I would put my hand on the book*
I have no other friend*
Oh, send it to Beyoğlu, send it
Baby, send it to İstanbul
Send it, love, send it
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26.06.2018
Blind Love
I'm silent, recently, overwhelmed and breathless
I have such a trouble in my mind, don't ask what it is
I've been in freezing cold winters and burned in glowing fires
I have such a trouble in my mind, don't ask what it is
I cannot go up to anyone, cannot tell about my trouble
In this three days world* which is a lie
Even if I'm more close to die every moment
I cannot tell a word, I cannot tell about my love
I'm angry with this unreal world
The most painfull one, oh, blind love
The distances don't disappear, time doesn't heal my wound
This hearth doesn't hope anything from you, anymore
I cannot go up to anyone, cannot tell about my trouble
In this three days world* which is a lie
Even if I'm more close to die every moment
I cannot tell a word, I cannot tell about my love
I'm angry with this unreal world
The most painfull one, oh, blind love
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