My throat is dry
They're waiting for me at the end of the street
If they ask for me someday, you keep your mouth shut
Your hands are full of blood, because of steel doors
What missing if longing exists in the nature of guilt?
Compassion of poor people is extortion
Guitar in his hand
Always waiting with tears in his eyes
Grief on his shoulders
One day these people will kick the scales
We are witnesses to the chaos
We will present it first
I will realize from my voice that I've grown old
Or from the fact that I've written lyrics with intention of farewell
There will be left nothing but crumbs from my ugly desires and love for you
And this will happen alone
If you don't hear those people who get burnt more than you
How can we be friends?
We will be left with a handful of debt
And a cheerful rose will bloom in the parks
Old days to forget
Upcoming days to enjoy
There are such days
Believe me!
"Life is just lie and waste of time."
shouldn't be your last words
We got stuck in the winter of shame
and got tricked by applause
We woke up into such weary and awful mornings
One of my dream is hidden in your eyes
No one is leaving the future and nothing is expected from it anymore
Besides, I always told it, you know?
I said, "He has no tongue.
He has no one.
He has no joy and no dream."
He said, "Let your shoulders fall.
What's the point of poetry and song?
Nothing changes."
It's not like that at all, there must be a solution!
Have we sacrificed our sleep all these nights for nothing?
Think all those people who suffered and wiped their eyes
His dream is in tatters
Old days to forget
Upcoming days to enjoy
There are such days
Believe me!
"Life is just lie and waste of time."
shouldn't be your last words
We got stuck in the winter of shame
and got tricked by applause
We woke up into such weary and awful mornings
One of my dream is hidden in your eyes
No one is leaving the future and nothing is expected from it anymore
What kind of love in the present order?
All you comfort yourself with is false, you're fake
What's left?
There is a life I dream about and fears I am ashamed of
When I have set my heart on
and understood a nation
You have the insomnia now
They clear their consciences
If you are hungry, looting is considered rebellion
A mother's farewell is the real definition of separation
Winning is dirty so let's lose and be human
Imagine a huge meal in the middle of the neighborhood
In the middle of the world
The suns would make it bigger above us
Bourgeois dreams remain after the lies
How much people appreciate good songwriters?
I stole these flowers from graveyard
I have lied next to multinational solitude
Sky is full of stars
Old days to forget
Upcoming days to enjoy
There are such days
Believe me!
"Life is just lie and waste of time."
shouldn't be your last words
We got stuck in the winter of shame
and got tricked by applause
We woke up into such weary and awful mornings
One of my dream is hidden in your eyes
No one is leaving the future and nothing is expected from it anymore