İnsanın Düştüğü Durumlar [English translation]

patched words, i cant speak

wounded roads, nobody goes

i saw you, you were falling

you were chasing jerks asses

you heads windows closed really tight

no air inside

mafias with no souls no honor

you danced ugly ugly

tight headed door's key is in nook places

buildings made of garbage

look my hands reaching to you

i have your questions now

hit the roads soon

patched words, i cant speak

wounded roads, nobody goes

like ruined yoghurt or broken toy

you no longer think of your old desires

you think of those with no sleep to reach for

you no longer think of your old desires

you dont remember dont you

you dont remember dont you

patched words, i cant speak

wounded roads, nobody goes