Paroles et traduction Art1st_4 - Üzen Kadın, Vol. 2

Üzen Kadın, Vol. 2

Dedim böyle kadin olabilir mi böyle bi kadin
Sandim ki gozlerimle senin guzelligini yanlis yanilsadim

Bastaki durumda her zamanki gibi bendim kanimca
Iki kere yınlardim sıkardı sonra gene tek tabanca

Takildi kafama dayanamadim ittirdim bi kenara
Baktim bi kac uc bes aylı boy boylu boyunca kendi yoluma

Sordum sorusturdum iyi midir bu kiz neyin nesi
Kendi gibi gorunenlerden degil dediler neden iyi misin

Ben iyiydim fazlasiyla kavladim duruldum
Ama yaz gecmisti goz goze gelince yeniden vuruldum

Tanismasi konusmasi her anı ayri bir hazdi
Her sey guzel olsun derken kendi kuyumu kendim kazdim

Bu kadar iyi niyet gorunce benden taktin tasmami
Akil danistim yasamamistim dediler ki sictin aslanim

Olsundu yorsundu bu ask icin raziyim
Aglamazdim oldum sulu gözlu hadi bi siir yazayim

Herkesin hatta 17nin bile bi siniri varmis
O siniri gecince bi daha duzelmeksizin sarpa sararmis

Biraz sana karsi baya askim azaldi
Sonra ben de oldum cani yaptiklarini baz aldim

Aldattim yok aglattim hatta kimi zaman hep yalan attim
Onceden atmasam da anlardin sen yapmadiklarimi

Kendine bi senaryo kurup basta beni darladin
Sonra o senaryoyu derledim ve oynadim ki anlayasin

Eskiden yalanci yapmacik dedigin adam seni hic uzmezdi
Uzulen kendi olsa bile yanindayken seni düşlerdi

Simdilerde askimizin yerini aliskanlik almisken
Gidiyorum abimden kalan bu bana soyut kangren

En mutlu gunum sensiz benim senliyken en mutsuzu
Bunu anlayamadin sen sectirdin gene umutsuzlugu

Bunu anlaman icin yaptim bunca yolsuzlugu

Üzen Kadın, Vol. 2 (Sad Woman, Vol. 2)

I said, could there be a woman like this, such a woman?
I thought I had misread, misjudged your beauty with my own eyes.

In the beginning, I was my usual self, in my opinion.
I'd flirt a couple of times, get bored, then go back to being a lone wolf.

It stuck in my head, I couldn't resist, I pushed it aside.
I looked for a few, three, five months, all along my own path.

I asked around, "Is this girl alright, what's her deal?"
They said, "She's not like the ones she seems like. Why, are you okay?"

I was more than okay, I understood, I calmed down.
But summer had passed, and when our eyes met, I was shot down again.

Getting to know you, talking to you, every moment was a separate joy.
While wishing for everything to be perfect, I dug my own grave.

Seeing so much good faith from me, did you put a leash on me?
I asked for advice, I hadn't experienced it, they said, "You screwed up, man."

It's alright, it was tiring, but I'm content for this love.
I wouldn't cry, I became teary-eyed, let me write a poem.

Everyone, even seventeen, has a limit.
Once that limit is crossed, it goes downhill irreparably.

My love for you decreased a little, a lot.
Then I became cruel too, I considered what you did.

I cheated, no, I made you cry, and sometimes I lied all the time.
Even if I hadn't lied before, you would have assumed I did things I didn't.

You created a scenario for yourself and tormented me at first.
Then I compiled that scenario and acted it out for you to understand.

The man you used to call a liar and fake would never hurt you.
Even if he was hurting himself, he would dream of you when he was with you.

Now that habit has replaced our love,
I'm leaving, this abstract gangrene passed down from my brother.

My happiest day is without you, my most unhappy is with you.
You didn't understand this, you made me choose hopelessness again.

I did all this corruption for you to understand this.