Cengiz Kurtoğlu – Büyümeyen Bebek

At the risk of sounding rude Just who the fuck do you think you are To tell me what you expect of me today? Well, you can take your attitude You’re out of luck, you’ve gone way too far If you think there’s any chance I’m gonna stay How long can I string you along?…

Clowntime Is Over Tears on your blackmail Written to ransom A point of the fingernail Says that he’s handsome Clowntime is over Time to take cover While others just talk and talk Somebody’s watching where the others don’t walk Clowntime is over A voice in the shadows Says that his men know He don’t step…

There’s a little rosewood casket Resting on a marble stand With a packet of old love letters Written by my true love’s hand Go and bring them to me, sister Read them o’er for me tonight I have often tried by could not For the tears that filled my eyes When I’m dead and in…

When the sun goes down Over the canyon And you’re feeling Lost and abandoned Some stranger may knock Upon your door And it may be like knowing Someone you never met before Now it may be a common sensation It may lead to sadness or elation But it’s a chance That you never had before…

Lord, I don

lveda dediğin o günden beri Dünya bile artık gözümde değil Sonunda terkedip gittin ya beni Dünya bile artık gözümde değil Mutluluk eski bir şarkı dilimde Umutlar solgun bir yaprak gönlümde Yaşayan bir ölü oldum sayende Dünya bile artık gözümde değil Senden bir hatıra bu mutsuzluğum Senden bir eserdin umutsuzluğum Gelsin gelecekse son yolculuğum Dünya bile…