More songs by Genco Arı
Description
Sometimes silence is like a strange gift from the universe. At first, it's nice: the phone is silent, no one is bothering you, you can just exist without explanations or to-do lists. But then that cosiness turns into a faint echo - it seems like peace, but somewhere inside, a restless little animal stirs: what if they just forgot? And then the quiet drama begins, without an audience - with sighs, self-irony, and a touch of madness thrown in for good measure. The music seems to breathe this state: on the outside, a calm face, inside, a storm of accepted defeats and reconciliations. After all, not every battle needs to be won. Sometimes it's enough to just step aside, find your corner, and let the world spin a little without your involvement. Words and Music: Burak Kut Producer: Cenk Arı Director: İzzet Başlak Assistant: Dilara Çakıroğlu, Haluk Çoluk Colour: Mert Aytaş Camera and Lighting Equipment: 24/7 Camera Rental Art Materials: Süksse Organizasyon Fashion and Costume Design: Suzan Tokgöz
Lyrics and translation
Original
Çok tuhaf bugün telefon çalmıyor.
Arayan olmuyor.
Merak edenler de yok.
Bir yandan iyi hoşuma gidiyor sessizliğin sesi. Kalbim sanki yalnızlık heveslisi.
Sonra bir garip unutulma korkusu sarıyor beni.
Sorma ben nasıl neden bu hale geldim?
Hafif delirdim.
Ne oldu sorma.
Kendime savaş açtım, yenildim.
Cesur değildim.
Sebebini sorma.
Belli ki çok az süre direndim.
Çabuk pes ettim.
Kader mi sorma.
Ben ne yazılmışsa kabul ettim.
Hal böyleyken köşeme çekildim.
Ah canım yine hiçbir şey çekmiyor.
İçimden gelmiyor.
Hesap soranlar da yok.
Hak ettin dedi. Zoruma gidiyor.
Kim kaderi bilir ki?
Belki zorunlu tercih meselesi.
Sonra bir umut, bir dayanma kuvveti geliyor gibi.
Sorma ben nasıl, neden bu hale geldim?
Hafif delirdim.
Ne oldu sorma.
Kendime savaş açtım, yenildim.
Cesur değildim.
Sebebini sorma.
Belli ki çok az süre direndim.
Çabuk pes ettim.
Kader mi sorma.
Ben ne yazılmışsa kabul ettim.
Hal böyleyken köşeme çekildim.
English translation
It's very strange that the phone is not ringing today.
No one calls.
There are no people who are curious.
On the one hand, I really like the sound of silence. It's like my heart is eager for loneliness.
Then a strange fear of being forgotten comes over me.
Don't ask me how or why did I become like this?
I went slightly crazy.
Don't ask what happened.
I declared war on myself and was defeated.
I wasn't brave.
Don't ask why.
Apparently I resisted for very little time.
I gave up quickly.
Don't ask if it's fate.
I accepted whatever was written.
That being the case, I retreated to my corner.
Oh dear, nothing bothers me again.
I don't feel like it.
There are no people holding them to account.
He said, "You deserve it." I'm having a hard time.
Who knows destiny?
Maybe it's a matter of forced choice.
Then it seems like a hope, a strength of endurance comes.
Don't ask me how or why did I become like this?
I went slightly crazy.
Don't ask what happened.
I declared war on myself and was defeated.
I wasn't brave.
Don't ask why.
Apparently I resisted for very little time.
I gave up quickly.
Don't ask if it's fate.
I accepted whatever was written.
That being the case, I retreated to my corner.