Lyrics and translation Tevakuf - Hayatın Kadını

Hayatın Kadını

Özlem nereye kadar sürer
Sözler seni bulana dek
Peşinden gelecek inan bana
Hayatın kadını hayatım olana kadar

Peşindeyim inan bana sözler seni arar bulur
Adımlarım boşadır seni ancak düşler bulur
Özlemim gözlerinden hislerim zaten kulun
Hayatın kadını ben ölünce hayatım olur

Solundaki gamzende kaybettim tüm düşleri
Seni her an düşünmemden benim bu düşüşlerim
Kasım′da zihnim kalbim ve yaranın dikişleri
Açılır ve sen akarsın toprak o an yeşerir

Sen olmak zor
Yaraları sarmak zor olsa gerek
Senin de gücün yetmez artık

Sen olmak zor
Yaraları sarmak zor olsa gerek
Senin de gücün yetmez artık

Sen olmak zor
Yaraları sarmak zor olsa gerek
Senin de gücün yetmez artık

Tozunu yuttuğumuz caddeler hatırlar bizi
Yanaklarımda kuruttuğum yaşların izi derin
Gözbebeklerim büyür sanki seni görmüş gibi
Karanlıkta bin adım yokluğundan bir an gibi

Gözlerimde sarardı önümde bi melek kanatlı
İçindekini öldürmek bi sanattı bende sanatçı
Sanatımı icra ederken elimde bi çift kanat kaldı
Al bu kanatları uç göklere güzel kadınım

Sen olmak zor
Yaraları sarmak zor olsa gerek
Senin de gücün yetmez artık

Sen olmak zor
Yaraları sarmak zor olsa gerek
Senin de gücün yetmez artık

The Woman of Life

How long will I long for you?
Until words find you.
Trust me, they will follow you.
The woman of my life, until I become your life.

I am after you, trust me, words will find and search you.
My steps are empty, only dreams find you.
My longing is from your eyes, my feelings are already your servant.
The woman of my life, when I die, you will be my life.

I lost all my dreams in your left dimple.
My falls are because I think about you every moment.
November, my mind, my heart, and the stitches of your wound.
They open, and you flow, the soil will sprout at that moment.

It's hard to be you.
It must be hard to heal the wounds.
Even you can't handle it anymore.

It's hard to be you.
It must be hard to heal the wounds.
Even you can't handle it anymore.

It's hard to be you.
It must be hard to heal the wounds.
Even you can't handle it anymore.

The streets we swallowed the dust of remember us.
The trace of the tears I dried on my cheeks is deep.
My pupils grow as if I have seen you.
A thousand steps in the dark, like a moment without you.

My eyes turned yellow, an angel with wings in front of me.
Killing what was inside was an art, and I am an artist.
While I was practicing my art, I was left with a pair of wings.
Take these wings and fly to the skies, my beautiful woman.

It's hard to be you.
It must be hard to heal the wounds.
Even you can't handle it anymore.

It's hard to be you.
It must be hard to heal the wounds.
Even you can't handle it anymore.