Paroles et traduction Joker feat. Sorgu - sustuğum yeter

sustuğum yeter

Yorgunum, belki biraz
Suskunum, geçer müptela
Damakta tat dünden kalma bayat
Şafakta günler saydı ve salavat
Her derdin arkası mutlak beraat
Feraha ulaş yok, belaya bulaş
Elinde kitap yok, olmadı savaş
Alında ter yok, gözünde fer
Seferden sefere sen bi' nefer
Teferruat rap'i bazen keder
Kelamdan eksik sözler yeter
Benim de sabrımın sınırı tez
Sınırı geçmeden çirkefi kes
Dimakta kaldı bak her bi' heves

Destanı baydı ve geçtik sayfa
Ay dede battı ve yarıldı tayfa
Canımı hep sıkansın yok faydan
Hayaller oldu kırık bi' ayna
Bendeki sabır bi' zamanlar af ya
Barındığın toprak daha kaf ya
Şurda yazdığım iki satır laf ya
Aç da dinle rap cellatı mafya

Beni bana bırakın, çözmeyin düğüm
Biçin bi' kefen de boyumu ölçüyüm
İki kapılı han bu diyarda çöktüğüm
Özünü kaybetti lirik döktüğüm
Saygı muhabbeti kaldı kördüğüm
Hatrımı sormayın artık kötüyüm
Saygısızın da kalbini söktüm
Sen gövde ve ben en dipte köktüm
Bitti bak nazım, kış oldu yazım
Karamsarım o halde varım

silence is enough

I'm tired, maybe a little
I'm silent, will the addict pass
The taste in my mouth is stale from yesterday
At dawn the days counted and the prayers
Behind every trouble is definite acquittal
There is no way to reach joy, get into trouble
There is no book in your hand, there was no war
There is no sweat on your forehead, no light in your eyes
From campaign to campaign you are a private
Sometimes the details of rap are sad
Enough words are missing from the speech
My patience also has a limit
Cut the filth before you cross the line
Every desire remained in the mind

The saga is tired and we have turned the page
The moon grandfather has set and the gang has split up
You are always boring me, you are useless
Dreams have become a broken mirror
The patience in me was once forgiveness, ah
The land where you are is still a skull, ah
These two lines I have written here, ah
Open and listen to the executioner of rap, the mafia

Leave me alone, don't untie the knot
Cut out a shroud and let me measure my length
The two-door inn where I collapsed in this country
The lyrics lost their essence
Respect talk has become a tangled mess
Don't ask about me anymore, I'm bad
I also tore out the heart of the disrespectful
You were the body and I was the root at the bottom
My poetry is over, my winter has become summer
I'm pessimistic, that's how I exist