Ebru Polat – Yenik Düştüm

The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark I’m writing you this letter though I don’t know where to start The bells will be ringing Saint John Divine I get a little lonely every year around this time The music plays all night in Little Italy The lights will be going up…

It hangs above my altar Like they hung Him from a cross I keep one in my wallet For the times I feel lost In a wooden frame with splinters Where my family kneels to pray And if you listen close You’ll hear the words He used to say I’ve got a picture of Jesus…

I thought I knew who you were I thought I did, now I ain’t so sure I can’t believe what I see I take a look and I know what you need Out of your mind Oh, you must be crazy or high Out of your mind Oh, you must be crazy or high Days…

Ever had one of those days? Argumentative, no incentive Can’t do anything right I’m trying so hard to analyze and compromise But there’s no solution in sight Can I live up to your greed? Shopping, buying, spending, lending I can’t give you all you need What we have here is a complicated situation Are you…

so… you’ve given it all you can and your life is in the garbage can and you say you’re tired and dry cuz your mind won’t let you cry so you hang up what is left inside and you want to kiss it all goodbye you’re lost in space, you’re swirling ever higher you’re lost…

Nasıl Yar Diyeyim Ben Böyle Yara Mecnun Edip Çöle Saldıktan Sonra Alemin Bağına Bülbüller Konar Nidem Benim Gülüm Solduktan Sonra Coşkun Çaylar Gibi Çağlamayan Yar Gönlünü Gönlüme Bağlamayan Yar Benim Bu Halıma Ağlamayan Yar Daha Ağlamasın Öldükten Sonra Pir Sultan Abdalım Sürem Bu Yolu İnsan-i Kâmilin Olurum Kulu İster Yağmur Yağsın İsterse Dolu Nidem Ben…