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Kapısı kapalı [English translation]
Kapısı kapalı [English translation]
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Kapısı kapalı [English translation]

Bro, you've got a frog on your head

You make up in your mind to hit randomly someone

There's an old frog maybe it's around 1000 years old

There's fog upon its head and you're at down of that fog

You're in a hall

You consider it as an ocean

However you're in a hall, İsmet is next to you

İsmets come Ismets go away

You win, and İsmet cherishes

The other things become rotten in old chests.

You fall, but İsmet gives you a hand

The game ends, the game becomes quiet

Finally, all the cards are open

What I see is not what you see actually

And also what I hear

That you've been hearing at now

His door is closed, he's surrounded

He paves between us, but we never see him

His words are made of whispers, and he's been hung down

For the sake of an enormous space, his everything's scattered

You can't divide them according to their seasons

Because as you think that they're here or there

They have built another illegal floor

As you're sleeping they got in your home

As you're thinking they found

As you're stalking, they tasted

You were a fish in a pool

However, you were mudded up

They didn't let you play with them.

You thought of forwarding, you couldn't forward

You thought of back, you rewarded to the hole

You forgot who they were

Really who are they bro?

Who the hell are you!

I'm asking ismet.

I'll build houses with the woods in my hands

Instead, why should I take them to hit your neck?

I used to hurt myself to create in the past

I used to spend myself half by half as I was thinking I'll never be ended

To bring order to this garbage I bared my breast

Then I didn't want my heart to be prey for a prick or for a lizard

I went out to the street it was mine

It was yours as much as mine

A blind beggar who knew it suddenly went nuts

He said:

"Take this head put it in the basket

Say on thousands of lies"

His door is closed, he's surrounded

He paves in of us we never see him

His words are made of whispers, and he's hung down

For the sake of an enormous space, his everything's scattered

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