Текст и перевод песни Mozole Mirach - Onca Sancı Varken

Onca Sancı Varken

Siyah beyaz bi' filmdi bu ve ben görünmeyen bi' yıldız oldum
Sıramı beklemekten morarıcasına dondum
Kemiklerimde buz kokusu hakimken
Sen arkanı dön ben sırılsıklam titrerken
Kilitlenirken boğazıma aldığım o son nefes
Boğazımı kes ve ılık bi' rüzgar gibi es bu kuytu odama kon
Penceremde bi' kuş ol, sonra sol
Çiçek misalı mis kokan bi' mevsim ol
Hayatı kokla bol yok ki beleş rol, yoktu bizde sağ sol
Düşüncelerle akla kazınan mantık yalnız alkol
Elimde bi' tabanca, gözüm kara
Sonum bilinmeyen bi' boşluk olsa kimdi kara delik zamanda?
Kanımda gezinen onca zehire bak
Sigaramı yak ve kafana tak bu adamı, sonra çek içine tüm track'lerini
Gör önemsiz bir şahsiyetin yapabilceklerini
Huzurdan mahrum olsam da sunabileceklerimi
Onca sancı varken ve bunca derde mesken
Bu adamın o kadar sorunu, söyle sence çok mu erken?
Her beden muaftı kendi boşluğunda
Belki Moz düşünmez oldu yarına yolunu seçiverirken
Onca sancı varken ve bunca derde mesken
Bu adamın o kadar sorunu, söyle sence çok mu erken?
Her beden muaftı kendi boşluğunda
Belki Moz düşünmez oldu yarına yolunu seçiverirken
Duyduğun o her bi' kelimenin de vardır ardı
Tıpkı perde arkasında sahne bekleyen sanaçtı
Mizahın iç yüzünde saklı onca sancı varken
Gülen simalarda gördüğüm o mistikal matem
Madem yazılmış kader, söyle kim siler?
Kimsecikler umursamazken rap'imi kim dinler?
Durdurur zamanı kahpe izlenimler
Felek tekerlek, dünya ise beyhudeye döner
Sözüne güvenip gözüne yanıtlandı tüm sualler
Ben ki aleminde bir cevabım ondan evvel
Harabeler mekanım, dergahım buysa eğer
Son sözümdür, kitabım uğrunda ölmeye değer
Seher vakitlerinde toz pembe gökyüzüm gibi
Yalanlar anlattılar geçmişe gider misali
Emsali olmayan sokakların dilinde bir şiirsem
Kilidimi çöz ve kır bu zinciri, kurtar bedenimi
Onca sancı varken ve bunca derde mesken
Bu adamın o kadar sorunu, söyle sence çok mu erken?
Her beden muaftı kendi boşluğunda
Belki Moz düşünmez oldu yarına yolunu seçiverirken
Onca sancı varken ve bunca derde mesken
Bu adamın o kadar sorunu, söyle sence çok mu erken?
Her beden muaftı kendi boşluğunda
Belki Moz düşünmez oldu yarına yolunu seçiverirken

While There's So Much Pain

This was a black and white film, and I became an unseen star
I froze, turning blue from waiting my turn
While the scent of ice reigned in my bones
You turned your back as I shivered, drenched to the core
That last breath caught in my throat as it locked up
Cut my throat and blow like a warm breeze, settle in this secluded room of mine
Become a bird on my window, then fade away
Be a sweet-smelling season like a flower
Smell life abundantly, there's no free role, we didn't have right or left
Logic etched in the mind with thoughts, only alcohol
A gun in my hand, my eyes darkened
If my end was an unknown void, who was the black hole in time?
Look at all the poison coursing through my blood
Light my cigarette and fixate on this person, then inhale all their tracks
See what an insignificant individual can do
What I can offer, even though I'm deprived of peace
While there's so much pain and so much trouble dwelling
This person has so many problems, tell me, is it too early?
Every body was absolved in its own emptiness
Perhaps Moz stopped thinking about tomorrow while choosing their path
While there's so much pain and so much trouble dwelling
This person has so many problems, tell me, is it too early?
Every body was absolved in its own emptiness
Perhaps Moz stopped thinking about tomorrow while choosing their path
Every word you hear has a background
Just like an artist waiting behind the curtain for the stage
While there's so much pain hidden within the face of humor
That mystical mourning I see in smiling faces
Since fate is written, tell me, who erases it?
Who listens to my rap when no one cares?
Vile impressions stop time
Fate is a wheel, and the world turns in vain
All questions were answered trusting the words and looking into the eyes
I, who am an answer in their realm, before that
If ruins are my place, if this is my lodge
My last word is, my book is worth dying for
Like my dusty pink sky in the early hours of dawn
They told lies as if going back in time
If I'm a poem in the language of streets with no equal
Unlock my lock and break this chain, free my body
While there's so much pain and so much trouble dwelling
This person has so many problems, tell me, is it too early?
Every body was absolved in its own emptiness
Perhaps Moz stopped thinking about tomorrow while choosing their path
While there's so much pain and so much trouble dwelling
This person has so many problems, tell me, is it too early?
Every body was absolved in its own emptiness
Perhaps Moz stopped thinking about tomorrow while choosing their path