Let the bullets hit my liver
Let them dig up my heart and put it in that Çukur ( pit )
Betrayal burnt ( everywhere ) mercy's hands are folded
There is no justice in the world
Blood on the innocent's hands...
There is a sun which is put out,
and it doesn't rise up one morning.
Which never cares about my life and my blood as well as
The things around me and don't give a shit for anything.
The earth moved
Did nobody hear?
Though I died for a thousand time,
There was no Sela(1) behind me.
Burn me and dash my ashes around
My revenge was taken, my soul would be in rest.
Living with bitches outside
Is not a thing shall be proud of
It doesn't matter if I died here
I was born in Çukur(pit)
Fate was written in past,hence I couldn't run away from this cage
All of me, all of my parts of my body ( hands / arms )
My skin, my place, all of them trapped me.
My rage never goes down, I can't accept fate thoroughly.
Scars are deepened, past always stalks me.
Hit and stop, maybe it won't last anymore
Unending survival fades all the eagerness inside
Mistakes come across to you, life ends in away.
It doesn't matter if I died here,
I was born in Çukur ( pit )