Description
Love here sounds like a sentence passed by passion itself. The words convey a desperate plea to ‘kill before it's too late,’ but each line also contains a request: let something remain alive. A scent, a touch, a mark on the palm of the hand - everything becomes proof that the feeling is still alive, even if attempts are being made to bury it.
The music swings between extremes: sometimes it seems to press you to your chest, sometimes it pushes you into the abyss. There is no place for logic in this struggle - only the fear of losing and the impossibility of giving up. And the louder the plea to ‘end it’ sounds, the more obvious it becomes: the heart stubbornly refuses to give up.
Lyrics and music: Dogukan Saritas
Arrangement: Denizkan Boz
Mixing and mastering: Bugra Kunt
Producer: Sipan Babur
Management: Sipan Babur Production
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hadi çek vur, bu aşkı öldür.
Bir an düşünme, elim kan olmuş.
Ya da sen dur, günaha girme.
Senin suçun yok, suçumdu sevmek.
Hadi çek vur, bu aşkı öldür.
Bir an düşünme, elim kan olmuş.
Ya da sen dur, günaha girme.
Senin suçun yok, suçumdu sevmek.
Dokunur elime de siner kokun.
Yok olur diye ödüm kopar.
Her yerde bir anımız geçer de gülüm.
Gönül sevdadan vazgeçemez.
Dokunur elime de siner kokun.
Yok olur diye ödüm kopar. Her yerde bir anımız geçer de gülüm.
Gönül sevdadan vazgeçemez.
Çek vur, bu aşkı öldür.
Bir an düşünme, elim kan olmuş.
Ya da sen dur, günaha girme.
Senin suçun yok, suçumdu sevmek. Hadi çek vur, bu aşkı öldür.
Bir an düşünme, elim kan olmuş.
Ya da sen dur, günaha girme.
Senin suçun yok, suçumdu sevmek.
Dokunur elime de siner kokun.
Yok olur diye ödüm kopar.
Her yerde bir anımız geçer de gülüm.
Gönül sevdadan vazgeçemez.
Dokunur elime de siner kokun.
Yok olur diye ödüm kopar.
Her yerde bir anımız geçer de gülüm.
Gönül sevdadan vazgeçemez. Dokunur elime de siner kokun.
Yok olur diye ödüm kopar.
Her yerde bir anımız geçer de gülüm.
Gönül sevdadan vazgeçemez.
English translation
Come on, shoot, kill this love.
Don't think for a moment, there is blood on my hands.
Or you stop, don't commit sin.
It's not your fault, it was my fault to love.
Come on, shoot, kill this love.
Don't think for a moment, there is blood on my hands.
Or you stop, don't commit sin.
It's not your fault, it was my fault to love.
Your scent touches my hand and permeates it.
I'm terrified that it will disappear.
We share a moment everywhere, my dear.
The heart cannot give up on love.
Your scent touches my hand and permeates it.
I'm terrified that it will disappear. We share a moment everywhere, my dear.
The heart cannot give up on love.
Pull and shoot, kill this love.
Don't think for a moment, there is blood on my hands.
Or you stop, don't commit sin.
It's not your fault, it was my fault to love. Come on, shoot, kill this love.
Don't think for a moment, there is blood on my hands.
Or you stop, don't commit sin.
It's not your fault, it was my fault to love.
Your scent touches my hand and permeates it.
I'm terrified that it will disappear.
We share a moment everywhere, my dear.
The heart cannot give up on love.
Your scent touches my hand and permeates it.
I'm terrified that it will disappear.
We share a moment everywhere, my dear.
The heart cannot give up on love. Your scent touches my hand and permeates it.
I'm terrified that it will disappear.
We share a moment everywhere, my dear.
The heart cannot give up on love.