Paroles et traduction Aspova - Tenha

Tenha

Sor dedin, sor dedin
Bazen zor gelir, zor gelir kabullenmek beni
Rol değil
Bu gerçek
Bi' gün hepsi düzel'cek
Zor bela, güç bela toparlan
Çok fena, çok fena bu derdim
Zor yaram, zordu zaten doldum
Ama bi' gün hepsi düzel'cek
Etimi kemirebilir ama kopartmaz
Dost dediklerimin cebine bakmam
Dişini geçirene "Fuck man"
Hepinize "Fuck man"
Bu seni paklar
Kafelerin çocukları kafaları basmaz
Eline macchiato bize dikiş tutmaz
Sorunlara bak: Tatil yeri
Bizimkileri gönderiyo torbaya abileri
(Ben bi' yarasa mı onu bana sor)
(Asfalta dökülen o kanı bana sor)
(O gün sokaktaki kaosu bana sor)
(Bana sor, bana sor)
(Kara para nedir onu bana sor)
(Yaralanan arkadaşlarıma sor)
(Ciğerimin acısını bana sor)
Bana sor, bana sor
Bu tenha karanlık
Bataklık
Bi' anlık
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Bulurlar zamansız, amansız, bir anlık
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Bu tenha karanlık
Bataklık
Bi' anlık
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Bulurlar zamansız, amansız, bir anlık
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Son dedin, bu son dedin
Karışmak yok dedin, yok dedin
Hesaplaşmam var
Emin ol hepinize sıra gel'cek
Bi' gün hepsi tüken'cek
Kolpalar, kolpalar inanmam
Contadan, contadan hikayeniz
Orta parmağım ortadan del'cek
Kahpeler yola gel'cek
Apartman çocuğu diyo' utanmaz
Dükkandan ev yapmış annem, yıkılmaz
Bilmeden hakkımda atıp tutana "Fuck man"
Hepinize "Fuck man"
Düşün yakamdan
Söylerim her yerde ben asla utanmam
Helal yoldan para peşindeyim hedefim var
Doğmamış çocuklarıma tatil yeri
Bi' de annemin hayali bahçeli sahil evi
(Ben bi' yarasa mı onu bana sor)
(Asfalta dökülen o kanı bana sor)
(O gün sokaktaki kaosu bana sor)
(Bana sor, bana sor)
(Kara para nedir onu bana sor)
(Yaralanan arkadaşlarıma sor)
(Ciğerimin acısını bana sor)
Bana sor, bana sor
Bu tenha karanlık
Bataklık
Bi' anlık
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Bulurlar zamansız, amansız, bir anlık
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş
Boş gezme, boş gezme, boş boş

You Look

You asked, you asked
Sometimes it's hard, it's hard to accept me
Not a role
This is real
One day it will all be alright
With great difficulty, you will recover
It's terrible, my problem is terrible
A difficult wound, it was already hard to fill
But one day it will all be alright
It can gnaw at my flesh but it won't tear it apart
I won't look in the pockets of my so-called friends
To the one who attacks, "Fuck man"
To all of you, "Fuck man"
This will cleanse you
The kids in the cafes don't get it
A macchiato in your hand won't patch us up
Look at the problems: it's a vacation spot
Ours are being sent to prison by their older brothers
(Am I a bat? That's a question for you)
(That blood spilled on the asphalt? That's a question for you)
(That day of chaos in the streets? That's a question for you)
(Ask me, ask me)
(What's dirty money? That's a question for you)
(Ask my wounded friends)
(Ask me about the pain in my lungs)
Ask me, ask me
This desolate darkness
A cesspool
For a moment
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
They'll find you unexpectedly, relentlessly, in a moment
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
This desolate darkness
A cesspool
For a moment
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
They'll find you unexpectedly, relentlessly, in a moment
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
You said it was the last time, the very last time
You said to stay out of it, stay out of it
I have a score to settle
Be sure you'll all get yours
One day it will all be over
You phonies, I don't believe you
Your story about contacts, your contacts
My middle finger will split you in two
You whores will behave
He's just a boy from a housing project, he says, without shame
My mother made a home from a store, but it stands firm
To anyone who talks trash about me without knowing, "Fuck man"
To all of you, "Fuck man"
Get off my back
I'll say it everywhere; I'm never ashamed
I'm striving for honest money, I have a goal
A vacation spot for my unborn children
And a house by the sea with a garden, my mother's dream
(Am I a bat? That's a question for you)
(That blood spilled on the asphalt? That's a question for you)
(That day of chaos in the streets? That's a question for you)
(Ask me, ask me)
(What's dirty money? That's a question for you)
(Ask my wounded friends)
(Ask me about the pain in my lungs)
Ask me, ask me
This desolate darkness
A cesspool
For a moment
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
They'll find you unexpectedly, relentlessly, in a moment
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed
Don't wander around aimlessly, empty-headed