Paroles et traduction FUAT - Gerçekler Part 1 - Live at Potsdam Lindenpark

Gerçekler Part 1 - Live at Potsdam Lindenpark

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Saksafon dinlenince oral seks düşünenler
Ayvayı bıçakla dilimleyenler
Cem Karaca rapi kafaya aldı zannedenler
Gerçeği ilk terk edenler
Boş kafalara rasgelen bedenler
Beden eğitiminde çocuklarını askercesine yürütenler
1 Mayısta cop atan polisler
Yapmacık üniteler
Kabak tadı veren ünlüler
Her boku beğenenler
Olmayan bir gücün karşısında eğilen, el öpenler
Doğuyla batı arasında ölü doğa bekleyenler
Tabancasına susturucu ekleyen
Köprü altından dünyayı seyredenler
Hülya Avşar'ın kasetlerini dinleyenler
Oruç gibi sözü boz eden(?)
Kemer sıktıran mersedesler
Peşkeş artık çekmezler yetmezler
Aç gözlüye kız verenler
Yangına benzinle gidenler
Doğru yolu boklu dereye döndürenler
Sazanı levrek diye yedirtenler
Elinde mikrofonlu peygamberler
Şeytanperver eşine dostuna altın semer hediye edenler
Çocuklara kalkan eller
Tetik çektirenler
Ölüden altın diş çekenler
Annen soğurken mirası pay edenler
Çocuklara tecavüz eden mayın tarlasında kim terler?

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The Truth Part 1 - Live at Potsdam Lindenpark

If your mouth tastes of carnation and rosewater,
Don't rap, Fuat, save us from the invasion.

Those who think oral sex when listening to the saxophone,
Those who slice quince with a knife,
Those who thought Cem Karaca was into rap,
Those who were the first to abandon the truth,
Empty heads in bodies they've chanced upon,
Those who make their children march like soldiers in gym class,
Cops who beat people on May Day,
Artificial units,
Celebrities who taste like squash,
Those who like everything,
Those who bow and kiss the hands of a power that doesn't exist,
Those who await a dead end between East and West,
Those who put silencers on their guns,
Those who watch the world from under bridges,
Those who listen to Hülya Avşar's tapes,
Those who break their word like fasting,
Mercedes that make us tighten our belts,
Bribes won't work anymore, they're not enough,
Those who give their daughters to the greedy,
Those who go to fires with gasoline,
Those who turn the right path into a muddy stream,
Those who make us eat carp as sea bass,
Prophets with microphones in their hands,
Those who give golden saddles to their devil-worshipping friends and family,
Those who raise their hands against children,
Those who pull the trigger,
Those who pull gold teeth from the dead,
Those who divide the inheritance while their mother is still cold,
Who sweats in the minefield where children are raped?

If your mouth tastes of carnation and rosewater,
Don't rap, Fuat, save us from the invasion.