Çöplük [English translation]

Again rust on me

I'm walking, moreover I'm rotting, ah!

And to let them laugh for a bit

We keep dancing in the dump

Again a bowl in my hands

And then birds are hungry and there are so few hyacinths

Step on the ground firmly

The life is shorter than three days1

What grey are you talking about you ass, it is all light pink2 (ha ha)

There is plenty of food on people's plates (yeah, right)

Seagulls are not crying in the dump

You'll be better off if you return back before it's too late

You will also see the black children

Is it only the shirt that holds the tie, dear3

We are sober, winking out also

Dude what is it you want from us, take it if it's a kidney

In this place there is mark of a whole city

And its fog on us

All oxygen is at minimum

Everywhere biting your arms

Releasing their wolves

Glancing away

Ah!

As if its a forest of death

When you lose a limb the section is over

I put my mind in the trash, didn't have my eyes filled with tears

This dump will burn and its smoke will smother you

Again rust on me

I'm walking, moreover I'm rotting, ah!

And to let them laugh for a bit

We keep dancing in the dump

Again a bowl in my hands

And then birds are hungry and there are so few hyacinths

Step on the ground firmly

The life is shorter than three days

Here longing is coal gas

The back seat of a big bus

Some are envy branch of a bat

I don't have a garden on my side it is gloom and distress

This is the peak of the junkyard of souls

Take your piggy bank away it's wolf trap honey

Mourning for the masters but our jackknife is rusty

Nobody has any colors but everyone is power4

Realize

Know who is rotting beside you

Carry who is walking

Down with your name

The most modern era is taken over by oxide

Nature getting rid of toxine

I have a lump in my throat again

Shut up!

It's dark now

Unloaded harmful wastes of trucks

Will be shared out on us, we got under it

Son, you cannot weigh memories with scales

Again rust on me

I'm walking, moreover I'm rotting, ah!

And to let them laugh for a bit

We keep dancing in the dump

Again a bowl in my hands

And then birds are hungry and there are so few hyacinths

Step on the ground firmly

The life is shorter than three days

1. life is three days, yesterday, today and tomorrow2. idiom, means all sweetness and light3. not sure4. no idea but lack of colors sound like lack of joy