I got tired but can't rush
I got rested, I can't sit still anymore
I always ran after you but
Look, my years are passing at the expense of life
You are so beautiful, this is inconceivable
As much as black of my eyes, white of my forehead
My pencil is in my hand, doesn't write a line
Raki* is drinkable with it until the pain
Come on mate, light another cigarette
Its pitch may rot my heart
Then the day of reckoning comes
I may be your shadow, I may walk to your dream
Come on light another cigarette
Its pitch may rot my heart
Then the day of reckoning comes
I may be your shadow, I may walk to your dream
Light it up