Текст и перевод песни Hayki feat. Da Poet & Halil Özüpek - O (feat. Da Poet & Halil Özüpek)

O (feat. Da Poet & Halil Özüpek)

Sokakta rastladığın biri dönüp de bakmadığın
O belki unuttuğun belki adını hiç duymadığın
Düşmanındır belki belki dostum deyip sırtladığın
O senden habersizken adını ceplerinde sakladığın
Arkanda sandığındı o en önden izledin
İçinde büyüdü bir ses gibi bağırmak istedin
Ve belki özledin kestin saçlarını küsüp O′na
Ve belki özledi semada titrer oldu yüzün
Şarkılar yazıp büyürken bir çocuktu unuttuğu ki
O'na sorsan dostu şöyle derdi; Çocukluğum
Bazen dinlemekten daha çok anlatmaktan yorulduğun
O ellerinden tutup beyaz saçlarınla sarıldığın
Hatırla İstanbul sürekli bağırıyordun git diye
Bir Şubat sabahı sustun O′na bulutlar artık kara
Tutunmak ister sana Ay kadar tutulmak ister
Sen kadar inanmışken ben kadar kurtulmak ister
Kulağını doldururken hala aynı ninniler
Hatıralar kağıt üstünde can çekişen çizgiler
O; Benim
O; Şensin
Ve neden diye sorduğum
Bitmek için başlamışken
Ölmek için doğduğum.

O (feat. Da Poet & Halil Özüpek)

That person you met by chance on the street and who didn′t bother to look at you,That one you may have forgotten, whose name you may never have heard,May be your enemy, may be someone you embraced and called friend,That one you kept hidden in your pockets without their knowing,Was actually ahead of you, although you thought they were behind you.A voice was growing inside you, you wanted to scream,And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
That one you may have forgotten, whose name you may never have heard,May be your enemy, may be someone you embraced and called friend,That one you kept hidden in your pockets without their knowing,Was actually ahead of you, although you thought they were behind you.A voice was growing inside you, you wanted to scream,And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
May be your enemy, may be someone you embraced and called friend,That one you kept hidden in your pockets without their knowing,Was actually ahead of you, although you thought they were behind you.A voice was growing inside you, you wanted to scream,And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
That one you kept hidden in your pockets without their knowing,Was actually ahead of you, although you thought they were behind you.A voice was growing inside you, you wanted to scream,And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
Was actually ahead of you, although you thought they were behind you.A voice was growing inside you, you wanted to scream,And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
A voice was growing inside you, you wanted to scream,And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
And maybe you missed them, you cut your hair and sulked at them,And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
And maybe they missed you, your face started to tremble in the sky,You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
You, who grew up writing songs, were just a child who forgot that,If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
If you asked her, she would call you her friend; my childhood,At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
At times, you got tired of talking more than you did of listening,That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
That one whose hands you held and who embraced your grey hairs,Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
Remember İstanbul, you kept yelling at her to go.You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
You fell silent one February morning, the clouds were black for her,She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
She wants to hold onto you, she wants to be eclipsed by you, like the Moon,She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
She wants to believe as much as I do, she wants to get rid of me as much as I do,The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
The same lullabies still fill your ears,The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
The memories are fading lines on a piece of paper,She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
She; mine,She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
She; you are,And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
And when I asked why,You had begun to end,I was born to die.
You had begun to end,I was born to die.
I was born to die.