Текст песни и перевод на английский Gaza Technic - Çare Yok

Çare Yok

Ellerimde kan var yine
Gözlerinde yaşlar dinmez
Sokaklarda ağlar gülmez
Planlar yaparlar ama yok
Düşün ki buna çare yok
Düşünme yerimi alamaz
Boşuna uğraşma yapamaz
Sensiz geçse de günler
Asla hatıra unutulmaz
Soğuk dört duvar
İnfaz inkar kaygı korku
Geçti hep yıllar
Sol yanımda dinmedi ağrı
Yaralara merhem son çağrı
Karaları hep bağlı
Hayatta herkese var sancı
Yaşananlar silinmez asla
Geri gelmedi gidenler yoksa
Anlamı olmaz gülerler
Her şeyi bir bir silerler
Çekirdekten yetişir acı
Takarlar krala tacı
Alır her koyulandan payda
Fayda değil kârda amacı
Sokak silah, failler, zonta
Yokluk, kumar, talihler, zorda
Yancı hancı bol kamçı sırta vur
Bitti derken geldi Bir tabur
Takip et olur telkin et bulur
Koştur hep yorul kalbi tek sorun
Halimiz bin beter
Bitmedi gam keder
Kurak topraklar ama
Bir avuç su yeter
Ellerimde kan var yine
Gözlerinde yaşlar dinmez
Sokaklarda ağlar gülmez
Planlar yaparlar ama yok
Düşün ki buna çare yok
Ellerimde kan var yine
Gözlerinde yaşlar dinmez
Sokaklarda ağlar gülmez
Planlar yaparlar ama yok
Düşün ki buna çare yok

No Remedy

My hands are bloody again
Tears never stop falling from your eyes
No one smiles on the streets
They make plans but there's nothing
Imagine that there's no remedy
Don't think you can take my place
Don't waste your time, you can't do it
Even though days pass without you
Memories can never be forgotten
Cold, four walls
Execution, denial, anxiety, fear
Years have passed
The pain on my left side doesn't end
A balm for wounds, a last call
Your mourning is always tied
Everyone in life has sorrow
The past can never be erased
Those who have left have never returned, so
There's no point, they'll just laugh
They'll wipe everything away one by one
Bitterness grows from the core
They put a crown on the king
He takes a cut from all that's collected
Not a benefit, but a selfish goal
The streets hold guns, criminals, umbrellas
Poverty, gambling, fortune, hardship
Minions, thugs, plenty of whips on the back
As it ends, another battalion comes
Follow and you'll get it, they'll find you
Run, always run, your heart is the only problem
Our state is much worse
Sadness and sorrow never end
Arid lands
But a handful of water is enough
My hands are bloody again
Tears never stop falling from your eyes
No one smiles on the streets
They make plans but there's nothing
Imagine that there's no remedy
My hands are bloody again
Tears never stop falling from your eyes
No one smiles on the streets
They make plans but there's nothing
Imagine that there's no remedy