Erkin Koray – Çöpçüler

I have been here for too long. In this lonesome twisted land. Marshland… It is deep and sickening. I have to find my way back home. Marshland… The only way to find myself. Is to descend deeper still. Marshland… I’m stuck and cold. I’m stuck and cold in marshland. I’m stuck and cold where life…

All my friends are dropping like flies Becoming what they always despised Hanging up their boots Changing their attitudes All my friends are dropping like flies The gleam is gone from their eyes But I just cant let go To the life that we led before Turned your back on all our hopes and dreams…

When from my fellows to the grove I stray’d, In solitude and dusk to meditate On things forbidden, and to pierce the veil Of seeming good and seeming beauteousness That covers o’er the tragedy of Truth. Hither and thither through infinity Of light and darkness, strangely intermix’d; Wherein all entity had consciousness, Without th’ accustom’d…

yine birikti kelimelerle dile gelen keder bu tek yolu vardım diyemeden uzar mesafeler bitmez sonu her hüzünlü günümün dünü bundan beter bilmeden üzdüklerim affetsinler son sefer söylesin biri kalbi temiz hepmi kaybeder yokluğunda kimsesiz gözlerim derinden izler boğazda düğüm olur anlatılmaz bazı hisler boyun eğip susarsın ses çıkmaz yetersiz sözler her taraf karanlık üstelik yolumda…

Gökhan Semiz’in anısına.. Bu sabah yine her sabah ki gibi sıkıldım İstanbuldan Moralim bozuk, cereyan kesik, hele bir de sen yoksun ya, çok yazık Gökhan Semiz: Abi hadi be abi be gebertelim şu parçayı Gittiğin yerler nasıl, bilinmez güzelim İstanbul’da sular akmıyor Mutlu musun oralarda? Bilinmez güzelim Bana buralarda kimse bakmıyor Uçaklar rötar yapmış Trafik…

I would not run from the holocaust I would not run from the bomb I’d welcome the chance to meet my maker and fly into the sun Fly into the sun fly into the sun I’d break up into million pieces and fly into the sun I would not run from the blazing light I…