More songs by Kodes
More songs by Serin Karataş
Description
Producer: serin karatas
Composer: Emre Deniz
Lyrics and translation
Original
İnfazında yargı yok, yer altında yargı çok.
Çukurlar ayak büker, ayak kalırsa işin bok. Yanıma gelme, yanıma gelene burada ben bir ısırık.
Sanaldan atıp tutan şahsen oldu pısırık. Stratejik ortağım benim yeraltı çatlarım.
Fay hattında çığ kopar, yüreği donar yavşağın. Keskin olur kavşağım, sakın ha sınırı aşmayın.
Tetikler düşerse üstünüzde kalır taşığım. Hip olur omuzlarına disslerim kırar kemik.
Yaşar sisli sokaklarda kodesi bütün müttefik.
Çapraz ateş ortasında tepene bombalar düşer. İstiyor cenneti fakat ölmek istemez beşer.
Kanla döner çark, sanma park, çocuk evine yürü. Sülalen soyun sopunda gelse kodes sek sürü.
Hep bürünmüş silüetim bak merkürü. Killa siken bu sokakta hayat sanki çok flü.
Belki kimliğim gizemli, belki şehir efsane.
Belki gençliğim güzeldir, arkadaş yok altı sene. Arkadaş mı sırdaş mı dersek hepsi bir düzmece.
Belki bir yazardı, belki derin devlet yok deşifre. Belki kimliğim gizemli, belki şehir efsane.
Belki gençliğim güzeldir, arkadaş yok altı sene.
Arkadaş mı sırdaş mı dersek hepsi bir düzmece. Belki bir yazardı, belki derin devlet yok deşifre.
Duygusal bir başlık attım hayatımda bu noktada. Silahtaydı kimlik adım baş kaldırırdı.
Asıl saçmalık bu düzene verdiğim yıllarımdır.
Geri getirebilecek olsam inan gözümü kırpmazdım. Alışkanlık alıştırdı saçmalık bu karizmaymış.
Kimi zaman bu dünya yelken alır harikaymış. Parmadağın olsa bilsem etkisiyle kapkaraymış.
Hayat hayat durdu gitti tek bir cümle bahtiyarmış. Tek bir kelime belki günlüğümden astırırken adımı.
Sır tutmak anlaşıldı çok da zor bir dönemdeydik.
Alev içindeydik eyvallah öyle bildiniz. Şekilsiz bir dönemdeydik gariptir ki sevindirir.
Duygusallık insanoğlunun bu zamanında tam da. Tahta karıştırdı mafya devlet adamı belki zorda.
Derinlerde korkma varsa sağlam urgan boynunda.
Bir hamle can yakarken tek hamleyle doruklarda. Belki kimliğim gizemli, belki şehir efsane.
Belki gençliğim güzeldir, arkadaş yok altı sene.
Arkadaş mı sırdaş mı dersek hepsi bir düzmece. Belki bir yazardı, belki derin devlet yok deşifre.
Belki kimliğim gizemli, belki şehir efsane. Belki gençliğim güzeldir, arkadaş yok altı sene.
Arkadaş mı sırdaş mı dersek hepsi bir düzmece.
Belki bir yazardı, belki derin devlet yok deşifre.
English translation
There is no judgment in his execution, there is a lot of judgment underground.
Potholes bend your feet, if your feet remain, your job is crap. Don't come near me, here's a bite for anyone who comes near me.
It was the wimp who was ranting virtually, personally. My strategic partner is my underground cracks.
An avalanche breaks out on the fault line, the little guy's heart freezes. My intersection will be sharp, do not exceed the limit.
If the triggers fall off, my stone will remain on you. I'll diss your shoulders and break your bones.
Yaşar is a prisoner of all allies in the foggy streets.
Bombs fall on you in the crossfire. Man wants heaven, but he does not want to die.
The wheel spins with blood, don't think it's a park, walk to the children's house. If it comes from your lineage, the herd will be imprisoned.
Look at my silhouette, Mercury. Life seems very fluid in this street that fucks Killa.
Maybe my identity is a mystery, maybe it's an urban legend.
Maybe my youth was beautiful, no friends for six years. If we say friend or confidant, it's all a fake.
Maybe he was a writer, maybe the deep state did not decipher it. Maybe my identity is a mystery, maybe it's an urban legend.
Maybe my youth was beautiful, no friends for six years.
If we say friend or confidant, it's all a fake. Maybe he was a writer, maybe the deep state did not decipher it.
I wrote an emotional title at this point in my life. If my name was on the gun, I would rebel.
The real nonsense is the years I devoted to this system.
Believe me, if I could bring it back, I wouldn't blink. It's a habit, it's nonsense, it's charisma.
Sometimes this world sails away, it's wonderful. If my finger had been shattered, it would have been pitch black.
Life came to a halt, just one sentence: happiness. One word maybe when I get my name hung from my diary.
Keeping secrets was understandable, we were in a very difficult time.
We were in flames, thank God, you knew that. We were in an amorphous period, which is strangely pleasing.
Sentimentality is just right in this time of humanity. The mafia messed with the throne, maybe the statesman is in trouble.
If there is fear deep down, a strong rope is around your neck.
While one move hurts, one move is at the top. Maybe my identity is a mystery, maybe it's an urban legend.
Maybe my youth was beautiful, no friends for six years.
If we say friend or confidant, it's all a fake. Maybe he was a writer, maybe the deep state did not decipher it.
Maybe my identity is a mystery, maybe it's an urban legend. Maybe my youth was beautiful, no friends for six years.
If we say friend or confidant, it's all a fake.
Maybe he was a writer, maybe the deep state did not decipher it.