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Depresyon

Günlerim geçiyo' dostum, her gün geçmişi arıyorum mumla
Var gücümle yürüyorum, hep aynı mesafede kalıyo' ufuklar
Unufak oluyo', yanıyo' umutlar, acım kuruma konuyo'
Yağıyo' bulutlar, akıl huzuru kovuyo', karıyor kumum kan, asıl
Diyen olmuyo': "Kanıyo' mudur yarası?
Tütün almaya kalıyo' mudur parası?
Kendisiyle iyi midir arası?
Kafasına dadanan acı yüzünden yine
Uzaklara dalıyo' mu iki lafın arası?
Geceleri arıyo' mu bi' sesi?
Evini temizlemeye kalıyo' mu hevesi?
Bütün kemiklerini deliyo' mu çilesi? İstanbul'a geliyo' mu gidesi?"
Ah, geri gel hazan, beynimi deliler basar
Çocuk olmak istiyorum, dinlemek istiyorum yeniden masal
Battım, gemiler harap, benim her savaşta yenilen taraf
Olsun, destan olur yenen ama en iyi şiiri yenilen yazar
Hâlâ esirim
Yine kimsesiz kaldım dünyada
Yalanı gördüm, sevdim
Yandı meselelerim, gelir üzerime
Tanrım eser, elerim ağrılı düzenime
Yar, yalanın üzenine kandım
(Geri gel hazan, elbet varı'caz yeniden yaza)
Yandı meselelerim, gelir üzerime
Tanrım eser, elerim ağrılı düzenime
Yar, yalanın üzenine kandım
(Geri gel hazan, en iyi şiirleri yenilen yazar)
Yazmak ölüm, nifak yasak
Yazmak için birkaç hazan
Kaçıncı depresyon bu? Her şarkıda düşer yüzünden bi' parça Sarp
Ve yine yaklaşamıyo'sun inanca Sarp
Yine bitmiyo' gönlü diyarda harp
Fazla deniyo'sun belki,
Belki hayat sana "Siktir git!" diyo' kibarca, bak
Bak, ruhunda yara her yer,
Içinde kara yeller yorulup ara vermez, niye?
Yedi kıtada ara merhem, kahkahadan bi' tebessümü sana vermez, niye?
Niye buluyo'sun hep kara kışı? Niye her gece o nefes daralışı?
Niye hep yara, sızı?
Niye "banane" demiyo'sun, niye umursuyo'sun beş parasızı? Niye?
Niye gönülde yarası?
Antalya-İstanbul ölümler arası
Bi' araya gelmiyo' yakası, kalemin bile gelmiyo' yazası - yok!
Yandı meselelerim, gelir üzerime
Tanrım eser, elerim ağrılı düzenime
Yar, yalanın üzenine kandım
(Geri gel hazan, elbet varı'caz yeniden yaza)
Yandı meselelerim, gelir üzerime
Tanrım eser, elerim ağrılı düzenime
Yar, yalanın üzenine kandım
(Geri gel hazan, en iyi şiirleri yenilen yazar)
Yandı meselelerim, gelir üzerime
Tanrım eser, elerim ağrılı düzenime
Yar, yalanın üzenine kandım
(Geri gel hazan, elbet varı'caz yeniden yaza)
Yandı meselelerim, gelir üzerime
Tanrım eser, elerim ağrılı düzenime
Yar, yalanın üzenine kandım
(Geri gel hazan, en iyi şiirleri yenilen yazar)

Depression

My days pass by, my dear, every day I search for the past with a candle
I walk with all my might, the horizons always remain the same distance away
Hopes crumble and burn, my pain is a subject for discussion
The clouds rain, peace of mind disappears, my blood mixes with the sand
No one asks: "Is his wound bleeding?
Does he have enough money to buy tobacco?
Is he on good terms with himself?
Because of the pain that haunts his mind
Does he drift away in the midst of conversation?
Does he seek a voice at night?
Does he have the desire to clean his house?
Do his trials drive him mad? Does he want to come to Istanbul?"
Oh, come back, autumn, insanity fills my brain
I want to be a child, I want to listen to a fairy tale again
I'm sinking, my ships are wrecked, I'm always on the losing side in every battle
No matter, the victor becomes a legend, but the best poem is written by the loser
I'm still a prisoner
Once again, I'm alone in the world
I saw the lie, I loved it
My problems burned, they come over me
My God, help me, I'm sifting through my painful life
My friend, I was deceived by your lies
(Come back, autumn, we will surely reach summer again)
My problems burned, they come over me
My God, help me, I'm sifting through my painful life
My friend, I was deceived by your lies
(Come back, autumn, the best poems are written by the loser)
Writing is death, hypocrisy is forbidden
To write, I need a few autumns
Which depression is this? Sarp's face falls with every song
And again, you can't come close to faith, Sarp
Again, the battle in your heart doesn't end
Maybe you're trying too hard,
Maybe life is saying "Fuck off!" to you politely, look
Look, your soul is wounded everywhere,
The dark winds inside you never tire, why?
Search the seven continents for a cure, a smile from laughter will not give you relief, why?
Why do you always find the dark winter? Why the shortness of breath every night?
Why always the wound, the pain?
Why don't you say "mind your own business", why do you care about the penniless? Why?
Why the wound in your heart?
Antalya-Istanbul is a distance between deaths
His collar doesn't come together, even your pen doesn't come to write - no!
My problems burned, they come over me
My God, help me, I'm sifting through my painful life
My friend, I was deceived by your lies
(Come back, autumn, we will surely reach summer again)
My problems burned, they come over me
My God, help me, I'm sifting through my painful life
My friend, I was deceived by your lies
(Come back, autumn, the best poems are written by the loser)
My problems burned, they come over me
My God, help me, I'm sifting through my painful life
My friend, I was deceived by your lies
(Come back, autumn, we will surely reach summer again)
My problems burned, they come over me
My God, help me, I'm sifting through my painful life
My friend, I was deceived by your lies
(Come back, autumn, the best poems are written by the loser)