More songs by Yakup
Description
Associated Performer, Vocal: Yakup
Producer, Composer, Arranger, Lyricist: Yakup Trana
Composer, Arranger: Can Kanat
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bir rüyada, güzel bir uykuda.
Yastığımda sessiz saç telleri.
Akor etmesi gereksiz.
Kendi kendine çalar bestesi.
Yaralar yok ne kaçmana yaralar yok ne semerin direnmenin faydası yok.
Yaralar yok ne kaçmana yaralar yok ne semerin direnmenin faydası yok.
Saat sabah veya gece.
Fark etmez bu büyülü alemde.
Binalar içerisinde en sevdiğim adres.
Çıkmaz sokak, demin daire.
Yaralar yok ne kaçmana yaralar yok ne semerin direnmenin faydası yok.
Yaralar yok ne kaçmana yaralar yok ne semerin direnmenin faydası yok.
Rüzgarda yanma kibrit.
Bana küsmüş bir cümle.
Penceremde bir kuş seyreder beni bu halimle.
Yaralar yok ne kaçmana yaralar yok ne semerin direnmenin faydası yok.
Yaralar yok ne kaçmana yaralar yok ne semerin direnmenin faydası yok.
English translation
In a dream, in a beautiful sleep.
Silent strands of hair on my pillow.
There's no need to tune it.
The composition plays by itself.
There are no wounds, no need to run away, no wounds, no saddle, there is no use in resisting.
There are no wounds, no need to run away, no wounds, no saddle, there is no use in resisting.
Time is morning or night.
It doesn't matter in this magical world.
My favorite address among the buildings.
Dead end street, now flat.
There are no wounds, no need to run away, no wounds, no saddle, there is no use in resisting.
There are no wounds, no need to run away, no wounds, no saddle, there is no use in resisting.
Match burning in the wind.
A sentence that offended me.
A bird watches me from my window in this state.
There are no wounds, no need to run away, no wounds, no saddle, there is no use in resisting.
There are no wounds, no need to run away, no wounds, no saddle, there is no use in resisting.