Текст и перевод песни Şiirbaz - İstikamet

İstikamet

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Part1
Durakta gulusen arkadaslar. fakat kapilar acildiginda hengame baslar.
Zaman yavaşlar.
Uzaklara dalar yorgunluktan catilan kaslar. yagmurlu, karli saçlar.

Kiminin istikametinde ask, kiminin maç var.
Amcaya yer ver omzunda tam seksen uc yas var.
Herkesin zihninde yerine oturmayan
Taşlar. kulakligini paylasanlar mutlular.

Bir an olsun son duraktaki ayrilik sahnesini
Unuttular. goz misafiri oldum el ele tutustu suclular.
Baslarinda bol sakalli depresif karanlik.
Aska zanalti yaparmiscasina bakan zavalli.

Elinde olsa ikisini de asar
Suracikta. sahip olamadigi guzellige katlanamaz.
Elinde olsa ikisini de asar suracikta.
Ve bunun huzuruyla kilar bikac hafta namaz.

Durakta yorgun bir isci ustunde kirli kiyafetleri.
Oy verdigi sarayda ziyafet verirken asik surati sanki
Duaciydi; umarim bir an once kiyamet gelir.

Bu siyaset nedir? her yil ekmege zamdir.
Yalan tuccarligi, emek pezevenkligidir, kandir.
Tipki tanri gibi ozgurluk sadece sanri.
Tum bu dusunceler icinde yapayalniz kaldi.

Tek bir istikamet, onlarca farklı hayat ah!

Elinde olsa ikisini de asar
Suracikta. sahip olamadigi guzellige katlanamaz.
Elinde olsa ikisini de asar suracikta.
Ve bunun huzuruyla kilar bikac hafta namaz.

Elinde olsa ikisini de asar
Suracikta. sahip olamadigi guzellige katlanamaz.
Elinde olsa ikisini de asar suracikta.
Ve bunun huzuruyla kilar bikac hafta namaz.

Destination

Lyrics:

Part1
Friends laughing at the bus stop, but when the doors open, the chaos begins.
Time slows down.
Tired muscles that have been furrowed from furrowing their brows wander far and wide. Rainy, snowy hair.

Love is the destination for some, a match for others.
Give up your seat to the old man, he's eighty-three.
Everyone has stones on their mind that don't fit in their place.
Those who share their headphones are happy.

For a moment, they forgot the scene of separation at the last stop.
I became an observer as criminals held hands.
Dark and depressed with a long beard on their heads.
A pitiful wretch who looks at love as if it were a craft.

If he could, he would hang them both
On a stake. He cannot bear the beauty that he cannot possess.
If he could, he would hang them both on a stake.
And with this peace, he prays for a few weeks.

A tired worker at the bus stop with dirty clothes on.
As the palace he voted for feasts, his lover's face
Was that of a prayer; I hope the apocalypse comes soon.

What is this politics? Every year, the price of bread increases.
Lying merchants, labor pimping, deceit.
Just like God, freedom is just an illusion.
He was left all alone in all these thoughts.

One destination, dozens of different lives!

If he could, he would hang them both
On a stake. He cannot bear the beauty that he cannot possess.
If he could, he would hang them both on a stake.
And with this peace, he prays for a few weeks.

If he could, he would hang them both
On a stake. He cannot bear the beauty that he cannot possess.
If he could, he would hang them both on a stake.
And with this peace, he prays for a few weeks.