Description
These lines seem to convey the helplessness of feelings that never found an outlet. The words slip between truth and lies, stubborn silence and sudden flashes of confession. Inside, there is exile, as if the heart has been sent into cold exile with no right to return.
Here, love is like a garden: roses once bloomed, but now only thorns remain, and they hurt with every movement. And even if you want to turn back time, the road to the past is already overgrown with thorns.
It turns out to be strange mathematics: one is hurt, the other is dependent, both are unhappy, but still continue to cling to the scraps. And because of this, the song sounds especially familiar - as if everyone has stood at least once on that very threshold, where memories still warm, but hands are already freezing from the emptiness.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Susar mıyım bilmem içimdekilerden.
Yalanlarım en kötü zaten.
Zaafım var bu olanlara senin yüzünden.
Ağlıyor gönlüm sanki bir sürgün.
Kaç gece kaç gün beklersin?
Sen bana küskün, ben sana düşkün.
İsterim her gün ağlarsın.
Dönülmüyor geri gidince dimi?
Elinde dikenler unutup gülleri.
Sevilmiyor yeni bitince biri.
Kapıda üzerler avutup günleri.
Ağlıyor gönlüm sanki bir sürgün.
Kaç gece kaç gün beklersin?
Sen bana küskün, ben sana düşkün.
İsterim her gün ağlarsın.
Dönülmüyor geri gidince dimi?
Elinde dikenler unutup gülleri.
Sevilmiyor yeni bitince biri.
Kapıda üzerler avutup günleri.
Dönülmüyor geri gidince dimi?
Elinde dikenler unutup gülleri.
Sevilmiyor yeni bitince biri.
Kapıda üzerler avutup günleri.
English translation
I don't know if I can keep silent.
My lies are the worst anyway.
I have a weakness for these things because of you.
My heart is crying as if it were an exile.
How many nights and how many days do you wait?
You are angry with me, I am fond of you.
I want you to cry every day.
There's no turning back once you go back, right?
Forget the thorns in your hands and the roses.
Someone is not loved when it's just finished.
They mourn at the door and console the days.
My heart is crying as if it were an exile.
How many nights and how many days do you wait?
You are angry with me, I am fond of you.
I want you to cry every day.
There's no turning back once you go back, right?
Forget the thorns in your hands and the roses.
Someone is not loved when it's just finished.
They mourn at the door and console the days.
There's no turning back once you go back, right?
Forget the thorns in your hands and the roses.
Someone is not loved when it's just finished.
They mourn at the door and console the days.