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