İyi Bilirim [English translation]

I don't have my eye on anything

I'm not saying "amen" for a prayer that won't come true

My mind has left me

There are no news from it for a while

Look at me carefully

Do you think I'm an activist?

If I'll pluck my beard, am I one of your buddies

If I take part in small talk, am I one of your friends

Look where I am and where you are

What an empty head you are

Let you feel the prosperity

Let typhoons swing your swing

Creator, God, you're one, you're great and holy

I know, you're with everyone

But the best part is that you're with me

There's no end of this nothingness

It's impossible to describe how abandoned I am in this world

Let alcohol hit his head, take a toy away from a middle-aged baby

Brother, the taste of my rebellion is a bitter wasabi

One day the price for your treachery will be paid

You call me your brother, not knowing what brotherhood means

America is openly a "jack" of your brotherhood

Chorus :

Didn't I tell you?

There are those who stab my abdomen with sharp knives

I know well

Who's a friend to whom, who's an enemy

Out of respect to the wounds that can't even seal I won't keep silence

Kolera Verse :

You're not a good man, why do you want to hear good things?

In the dreadful hour you don't show patience

I know, you consider yourself a slave

When a cruel Lord squishes his slaves

Each of us has a different way, we were written by the same clerk

How did you break the pen in your hands, tell me

Don't tell me that you're the innocent one who walks with the devices of guilt

For so many years I'm a detective, still with the same tribe

Tell me the truth, there are many lies, I'm a rich rhyme

Death hour and strong wish are like two stones that were thrown on the ground at the same moment

One of them rolls away, another one falls near

Wish is far, death hour is near, it'll find you before you reach what you wish for

Ooo, he's a goner if his mother won't forgive him

They ask you how severe the death is, tell: three hits of a sword

You're not abandoned, your existence is being watched, didn't I tell you?

Chorus :

Didn't I tell you?

There are those who stab my abdomen with sharp knives

I know well

Who's a friend to whom, who's an enemy

Out of respect to the wounds that can't even seal I won't keep silence