2021.01.28.
I Burn Istanbul
If you ask me what's in your mindA single multiplier door voice in my ear
And the years that
Burned down in front of my eyes
How many times have passed so separate, offended, messy
I calculated, I say a thousand years without hyperbole
If I write, pen becomes enemy to paper
I can't tell you
I would take the time back if I could
I would lie on the door, if you go, you crush me
Is it possible to remedy the wound opened?
If they hurt you, I burn Istanbul!