Elvis Presley – Mansion over the Hilltop

Yokluk Beni Mecbur Etti Gurbeti Ben Mi Yarattım Gençliğimi Aldı Gitti Gurbeti Ben Mi Yarattım Ne Mektup Ne Haber Aldım Yurdumdan Yuvamdan Oldum Her Şeyime Hasret Kaldım Gurbeti Ben Mi Yarattım Akşam Olur Gölge Basar Umuduma Yeller Eser Yokluk İmkanımı Keser Gurbeti Ben Mi Yarattım Akarsu Sılayı Anma Bu Ayrılık Geçti Sanma Çaresizdim Geldim Amma…

(This is a story about your friend and mine Who is it, who is it, who is it?) There you stand with your L.A. tan And your New York walk and your New York talk You’re mother left you when you were small But you’re gonna wish you wasn’t born at all Steel and glass…

Life ain’t so hard When you’re a star Things ain’t so bad When you’re a star People ain’t so cruel When you’re a star Everybody looks up People wanna believe in I lost my way When I lost my star

Başı duman pare pare, Yol ver dağlar yol ver bana-2 Gönlüm gitmek ister yare, Yol ver dağlar yol ver bana-2 Ömrümün uzun yolu, Geçip gitsem yare doğru Gözlerim yaş dolu dolu, Yol ver dağlar yol ver bana-2 Aşık olmak benim karım, Çok aradım nazlı yari-2 Dudu dillim,sitemkârım, Yol ver dağlar yol ver bana-2 Karlı dağından…

Through the smoke, through the fire Is the heat and the rain The soldiers ran for cover. Down the drain. Ambush on the left, Battle-roars on their right The moon was bright in the dead of the night Looking’ down at their final fight … “Open fire! – Shoot to kill!” At sunrise the fires…

fetus on the beat red as it can be rhythmically miscarried flushed out into the sea funded resurrections from the local town collections sugary sweet secreting glands flood the milk and honey land umblical nooses hang our nest on every note and every rest fetus on the beat high on lsd enter world war three…