Текст и перевод песни Teoman - 17

17

Boşver beni
Mühim değilim
Bu O'nun hikayesi
Çok beyazdı, kir tutardı
Ömrü kelebek kadardı
Mektupları şişedeyken
Bir de bakmış deniz yokmuş
Tek başına dans ederken
Mutsuzluktan sarhoşmuş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Oyundan kalkmak isterken
Kağıtlar dağıtılmış
Bu hava boşluğunda
Artık her şey satılıkmış
Trafikte akmayan
Hep onun şeridiyken
Söylediği son şarkı
Elveda Zalim Dünya'ymış
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş
Daha on yedi, on yedi, on yedi, on yediymiş

17

Forget about me
I'm not important
This is her story
She was too white, she would get dirty
The length of her life was like a butterfly
While her letters were in the bottle
She suddenly noticed there was no sea
While she was dancing alone
She was drunk from unhappiness
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
When she was about to get up from the game
The papers were already distributed
In this vacuum
Now everything is for sale
In traffic, the one that doesn't flow
Was always her lane
The last song she sang
Was Farewell Cruel World
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen, seventeen