More songs by Arcey
Description
Composer Lyricist: Bilal Mert Yaman
Primary Musician: Arcey
Cover Designer: Arcey
Mastering Engineer: Arcey
Mixing Engineer: Arcey
Studio Producer: Arcey
Engineer: Arcey
Lyrics and translation
Original
Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders.
I've never had this world in the palm of my hand. Again, five minutes before exhaustion.
Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders. I've never had this world in the palm of my hand.
Again, five minutes before exhaustion.
It is equivalent to the last day of our lives, but today the colors in all flowers are more vibrant.
We're extinct, none of us are there yet, but it's fake. Maybe our name will be erased and become a balsam.
Come to the religions, to all those who have lost and lost and to those who write and erase. Shame on those who deleted it.
What had to be broken had to be broken. You were the only one who was hurt, they turned into laughing people.
You also spend and soul. Give of yourself all the time, of course, and then keep losing.
Sit down and think. Stop embarrassing yourself.
You'll be missing twenty-one grams anyway - you'll lose your soul.
-Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders. I've never had this world in the palm of my hand.
Again, five minutes before exhaustion. Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders.
I've never had this world in the palm of my hand. Again, five minutes before exhaustion.
English translation
Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders.
I've never had this world in the palm of my hand. Again, five minutes before exhaustion.
Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders. I've never had this world in the palm of my hand.
Again, five minutes before exhaustion.
It is equivalent to the last day of our lives, but today the colors in all flowers are more vibrant.
We're extinct, none of us are there yet, but it's fake. Maybe our name will be erased and become a balsam.
Come to the religions, to all those who have lost and lost and to those who write and erase. Shame on those who deleted it.
What had to be broken had to be broken. You were the only one who was hurt, they turned into laughing people.
You also spend and soul. Give of yourself all the time, of course, and then keep losing.
Sit down and think. Stop embarrassing yourself.
You'll be missing twenty-one grams anyway - you'll lose your soul.
-Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders. I've never had this world in the palm of my hand.
Again, five minutes before exhaustion. Today I live for myself, but for some reason the whole burden is on my shoulders.
I've never had this world in the palm of my hand. Again, five minutes before exhaustion.