My God, [there are] anarchy and protestations in my fate,
Antidepressants and an empty wardrobe.
How much space it takes, for example, Al Pacino!
I need your help. I'm in Kadıköy. Over.**
My God, it's you who sealed my fate and you know it.
Is my heart a toy or what that it shatters so easy?
"The world is an away game"*** so tells me my albino sheikh.
My depressive doctor makes me swallow placebos.
My God, I'm not complaining of my fate.
Rather I am blissed that you have given me
A role in the universe my God, we are your
Imperfect subjects, please bless us!
My God, I'm not complaining of my fate.
Rather I am blissed that you have given me
A role in the universe my God, we are your
Imperfect subjects, please bless us!
My God, I'm not complaining of my fate.
Rather I am blissed that you have given me
A role in the universe my God, we are your
Imperfect subjects, please bless us!