Niran Ünsal – Gül Kuruttum

Başındaki puşumuda loy loy Acep halep işimide loy loy Öylede olsun böylede olsun loy loy Her gün akşam alem olsun loy loy Her gecemiz böyle olsun loy loy Dam üstünde böçeklerde loy loy Bizimi yiçeklerde loy loy Sevmedi o çirkini loy loy Sanamı vereceklerde loy loy Öylede olsun böylede olsun loy loy Her gün akşam…

Everyone knows I’m on a crying jag Pay me no mind I do it all the time I could show you Do you want me to show you Call it a day or you can pay my way Gonna cry till I’m all cried out I could show you I could easily show you [chorus]…

Agonized terrified horrified Emotions brutalized Crucified nailed to the cross With spikes through my hands I shall die upon this cross All by myself Salvations lost Soon to be dead Consider me as another victim Of their plans But my choice Is not your [fucking] jesus christ Now I’m dead alone and Rotting on this…

Take my money, take my pride Take my little piece of mind It’s alright Lead me to a better life Where I’m loved and where I’m wise It’s alright Now I can see your signs of change I did not believe Oh Lord Let me come in from the rain Never gonna be the same…

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin’ Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd; He’d a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin’ way With a love of for the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with…

(Kilfelt) Walking the streets at night alone Thoughts in dementia keep you going No outlet you can’t seem to find A place to rest your head tonight Feeling down and out Feeling there is no doubt Someone must pay the Debt of Pain Nothing will stand in your way Infected by the power that preys…