More songs by Şahiden
Description
Composer Lyricist: Eylül Öztürk
Studio Producer: Özkan Meydan
Studio Producer: Alican Özbuğutu
Mixing Engineer: Alican Özbuğutu
Mastering Engineer: Özkan Meydan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sırtımda kimlerin bıçak izi.
Aç kurttan umduğum medet gibi. Kaç gece yalnız ağladım.
Neredeydin?
Ne güzel ziyan etmişsin bak bizi.
Toz pembe ummuşum aptal gibi.
Kaç gece yandım halime.
Neredeydin?
Vazgeçmem sandın. Kırdın kalemimi yok yere.
Adam olsaydın söyletmezdin beni kaç kere.
Her kalktığımda sen vurdun beni yerden yere. Ne cenazeme bundan sonra ne cenazene.
Vazgeçmem sandın. Kırdın kalemimi yok yere.
Adam olsaydın söyletmezdin beni kaç kere.
Her kalktığımda sen vurdun beni yerden yere.
Ne cenazeme bundan sonra ne cenazene.
Ne güzel ziyan etmişsin bak bizi.
Toz pembe ummuşum aptal gibi.
Kaç gece yandım halime.
Neredeydin?
Bak bana.
Dert dolu.
Sana kalan senin sonun. Vazgeçmem sandın.
Kırdın kalemimi yok yere.
Adam olsaydın söyletmezdin beni kaç kere. Her kalktığımda sen vurdun beni yerden yere.
Ne cenazeme bundan sonra ne cenazene. Vazgeçmem sandın.
Kırdın kalemimi yok yere.
Adam olsaydın söyletmezdin beni kaç kere. Her kalktığımda sen vurdun beni yerden yere.
Ne cenazeme bundan sonra ne cenazene.
English translation
Whose knife mark is on my back?
It's like the help I was hoping for from the hungry wolf. How many nights have I cried alone?
Where were you?
Look how good you have wasted us.
I was hoping for dusty pink like a fool.
How many nights have I suffered?
Where were you?
You thought I wouldn't give up. You broke my pen for no reason.
If you were a man, how many times would you not make me say it?
Every time I got up, you hit me from the ground to the ground. Not to my funeral from now on, not to your funeral.
You thought I wouldn't give up. You broke my pen for no reason.
If you were a man, how many times would you not make me say it?
Every time I got up, you hit me from the ground to the ground.
Not to my funeral from now on, not to your funeral.
Look how good you have wasted us.
I was hoping for dusty pink like a fool.
How many nights have I suffered?
Where were you?
Look at me.
It's full of trouble.
What is left to you is your end. You thought I wouldn't give up.
You broke my pen for no reason.
If you were a man, how many times would you not make me say it? Every time I got up, you hit me from the ground to the ground.
Not to my funeral from now on, not to your funeral. You thought I wouldn't give up.
You broke my pen for no reason.
If you were a man, how many times would you not make me say it? Every time I got up, you hit me from the ground to the ground.
Not to my funeral from now on, not to your funeral.