Lyrics and translation Vera - Kent Hikayesi

Kent Hikayesi

Gece olmuş güneş sarhoş bir bar köşesinde
Yarına çıkmaz hayatta çıkmaz bu kent hikayesi

Sesi kısılmış doğasına dönmüş
Güzel bir kadın var sokakta
Alkolden değil kederden ölmüş
Ziyan olmuş ziyan

Yan masada bir boş şişe varmış
Yanlışa düşene kadarmış iradesi
Kimin bu kent hikayesi

Yan masada bir boş şişe varmış
Yanlışa düşene kadarmış iradesi
Kimin bu kent hikayesi

Sesi kısılmış doğasına dönmüş
Güzel bir kadın var sokakta
Alkolden değil kederden ölmüş
Ziyan olmuş ziyan

Yan masada bir boş şişe varmış
Yanlışa düşene kadarmış iradesi
Kimin bu kent hikayesi

Yan masada bir boş şişe varmış
Yanlışa düşene kadarmış iradesi
Kimin bu kent hikayesi

Yan masada bir boş şişe varmış
Yanlışa düşene kadarmış iradesi
Kimin bu kent hikayesi

Yan masada bir boş şişe varmış
Yanlışa düşene kadarmış iradesi
Ziyan bu kent hikayesi

City Story

The night has come the sun is a drunk in a corner of the bar
It will not come to tomorrow it will not come to life this city story

Its voice is hoarse it has returned to its nature
There's a beautiful woman on the street
She has died not from alcohol but from grief
She has been wasted wasted

There was an empty bottle on the next table
His will was until he fell into trouble
Whose is this city story

There was an empty bottle on the next table
His will was until he fell into trouble
Whose is this city story

Its voice is hoarse it has returned to its nature
There's a beautiful woman on the street
She has died not from alcohol but from grief
She has been wasted wasted

There was an empty bottle on the next table
His will was until he fell into trouble
Whose is this city story

There was an empty bottle on the next table
His will was until he fell into trouble
Whose is this city story

There was an empty bottle on the next table
His will was until he fell into trouble
Whose is this city story

There was an empty bottle on the next table
His will was until he fell into trouble
This is a wasted city story