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Description
Producers: Mustafa Arapoğlu and Ozlem Bölükbaşı.
Words: Ilhan Behlul Pektash
Rap Lyrics: Eipio
Music: Rifat Shanliel
Producer: Kemal Aslan
Arranged by: Mustafa Arapoglu Mili B.
Mix: Mustafa Arapoglou
Mastering: Emre Kiral
Media Contact: Hilmi Elitez
Strings: Istanbul strings
Ney: Ferit Akkusha
Eve: JNR Aytaç Doğan
Guitar: Soyhan Shenyaylar
Director: Ferit Cetinkaya
Director of photography: Ferit Cetinkaya
Art director: Kaya Seddi
Lighting Supervisor: Mert Tchoban
Assistant director: Şeyma Cetinkaya
Color Kavitkan Choryush
Focus Puller: Furkan Kahraman
Best Boy: Senol Sarıpglu
Camera assistant: Denise Efe Kushsesi
Lighting assistant: Yasar Pesluk
Producer: Kamber Kaplanoglu
Behind the scenes: Semiha Peshlyuk
Lighting: Produced by Hue
Camera: Ferit Cetinkaya Production
Lyrics and translation
Original
İtirazım var bu zalim kadere.
İtirazım var bu sonsuz kere.
Fileğin cilvesine, hayatın sillesine, dertlerin cümlesine itirazım var.
Yarım kalan sevgiye, şu emanet gülmeye, yaşamadan ölmeye itirazım var.
Durum değil net, yapamam hareket. Nefes alıyoruz ama hepimiz ceset.
Çocukluğumda dinlediğim doksanlı kaset. Bir yanlış yapınca sokakta olursun paket.
Kahve zincirleri yoktu, çayla oralet. Konya'da şeker pancarı şimdi diyabet.
Mendil kanınızla da bizi kıyas et. Orospu çocukları bile alırdı plaket.
İtirazım var. Elim yüzüm kar. Bir tarafım felç olsa atıyor depart.
Ayrılısam sürüden de dörüler kapar. En kral köpek bile kemiğe kasar.
Biz hep karanlıktayız da elimizde far. Kendimizden başkasına vermedik zarar. Mahalle yanar bu beste saçını tarar.
Üç -tane kızım var. Benim edemem firar. -Ben hep yenilmeye mahkum muyum?
Ben hep ezilmeye mecbur muyum?
İtirazım var bu yalan dolana.
Benim bu dertlere ne borcum var ki?
Tuttu yakamı bırakmıyor.
Benim mutlulukla ne zorum var ki?
Bana cehennemi harat koyuyor.
Bana cehennemi harat koyuyor.
English translation
I object to this cruel fate.
I object this endlessly.
I object to the twists and turns of the net, the blows of life, and the burden of troubles.
I object to unfinished love, to this trustworthy laughter, to dying without living.
The situation is not clear, I cannot move. We're breathing, but we're all corpses.
The nineties tape I listened to when I was a kid. If you make a mistake, you will be on the street, package.
There were no coffee chains, only tea and coffee shops. Sugar beet in Konya is now diabetes.
Compare us with your blood on your handkerchief. Even motherfuckers would get plaques.
I have an objection. I'm covered in snow. If one side of me was paralyzed, it would go away.
If I leave the herd, he will catch the worms from the herd. Even the most regal dog can get bored to the bone.
We are always in the dark with headlights in our hands. We did no harm to anyone other than ourselves. The neighborhood burns, this composition combs its hair.
I have three daughters. I can't escape. -Am I always doomed to defeat?
Am I always obliged to be oppressed?
I object to this lie.
What debt do I owe to these troubles?
He grabs me and doesn't let go.
What problem do I have with happiness?
It's putting hell on me.
It's putting hell on me.