The sin is mine, it's my fault
Forget it; the dream was mine
That is how I bribed myself
Don't touch me; I have dreams in me (x2)
I'm writing myself my sorrows
The luck is with me, then what's the problem
The poor can never become friends with the rich
Even though the drumbeat says "Dengi Dengine"1
Look at the war inside my heart
I was (left) on my own once again
You're the solution to my sorrows
I gave away my life
Again, I'm left behind at the beginning,
Made a new start at New Year's
I'm back where I started
My mistakes would engulf me often (x2)
I'm writing myself my sorrows
The luck is with me, then what's the problem
The poor can never become friends with the rich
Even though the drumbeat says "Dengi Dengine"
Look at the war inside my heart
I was (left) on my own once again
You're the solution to my sorrows
I gave away my life
Always tortured by those hands?
Tell me dear! Are you a butcher? Why these calculations?
What's in your mind? Yacht or floor?
Club or pub? Was it a compliment?
If the heart escaped, would you call police?
I'm far away, there was a communication gap
What's in your heart? Dirt or rust?
What made me write today? Kick or bass?
Is love gambling? Should I continue or pass?
What a strange complaining; Is it an Afghan or a Moroccan?
Right or wrong? Always an intention to deal with life?
Love is like a terrace of a house having a view of the sea
Again, I'm left behind at the beginning,
Made a new start at New Year's
I'm back where I started
My mistakes would engulf me often (x2)
I'm writing myself my sorrows
The luck is with me, then what's the problem
The poor can never become friends with the rich
Even though the drumbeat says "Dengi Dengine"
Look at the war inside my heart
I was (left) on my own once again
You're the solution to my sorrows
I gave away my life
The sin is mine, it's my fault
Forget it; the dream was mine
That is how I bribed myself
Don't touch me; I have dreams in me (x2)
1. Means: It's well-matched