A keresés eredménye

This Is Not Love

This is not love
Don't do it beautiful
 
This is not love
Don't do it beautiful
 
You make people laugh
You make people laugh
 
While making love nicely
While making love nicely
 
You make people die
You make people die
 
This is not love
Don't do it beautiful
 
You make people die
You make people laugh
 

Balıkesir

Loving you is my reason to come to this place
My feet don’t touch the ground but I see what’s in front of me
I search for my yesterday in faded corners
 
Mountains don’t know
Vineyards know
Forests don’t know
Başçeşme knows
 
Mountains don’t know
Friends know
Strangers don’t know
Başçeşme knows
 
Loving you is my reason to come to this place
My teardrops fall down without touching my cheeks
I look at the bald cypresses like I am
 
translated by Eren Polat

Istanbul

Versions: #2
Every five minutes against the haste of its engine
I am getting on the unknown
Behind me seagulls in rush
 
It's time to leave
You now, my love
All four sides are adhan*
Ferry, ferry, the bosporus
 
My voice is
My eyes of thousands today
Your eyes are Istanbul
Istanbul is your eyes today
Your eyes are Istanbul
Istanbul is your face today
 
Every five minutes against the haste of its engine
I am getting on the unknown
Behind me seagulls in rush
 
It's time to leave
You now, my love
All four sides are adhan
Ferry, ferry, the bosporus
 
How come your eyes are
Such a pair of sorrow
Your hands are Istanbul
Istanbul is your hands today
Your hands are Istanbul
Istanbul is sorrow today
 

How Strange

Everything remained half, odd
Love unfinished, hate unfinished, life unfinished
like runaway of one of my side
One of my side chases
What remained behind, clean and pure
A little from your side, a little from my side
Just I know what I love you
A bit you know a little
 
In crowded nook, suffocates my screams
I find sapless solace to my state
On indispensable penchant, my experienced things losts
Like fog how dispersed
 
Like your voice comes too far
As if you are different realm
I find a little bit you in everything
No matter where I am, you are in my mind a little
No one knows, no one hears
Just I know what I love you
A bit you know a little
 
In crowded nook, suffocates my screams
I find sapless solace to my state
On indispensable penchant, my experienced things losts
Like fog how dispersed