Aşk vurur birdenbire
Kalbini okşar,ürperirsin
Aşk savurur hayallere
Aklını çalar kaçamazsın.
Heyecan coşku olur,
Bazen sabirsizlik
Ve aşk ruhunu sarar.
Aşk böler uykuları
Sabahı zor edersin yorgun argın.
Aşk uçurur bulutlara
Kanatlanır gönlün
Koşar dolu dizgin.
Sonra fırtına diner
Ve buruk tadıyla
Aşkın tortusu kalır.
Zaman kurşun gibi geçer
Uyanırsın bir gece apansızın.
Onu görürsün yanında
Gülümser gamzeleri şaşar kalırsın.
Adı aklına gelmez, güneşi doğurursun
Aşkın tortusu kalır.
folded in your fleshy purse i am floating once again while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm all the walls close in on me pressure’s building wave on wave till the water breaks – and outside i go, oh one dot, that’s on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot two…
Deep within the city, hidden in it’s walls they hide the people and the places far below But they’re strong enough and they’re hard enough to recify the anger in the minds of all subversive men who know. Still there waiting far behind yea. Soon he’ll sound his call, then we’ll stand or fall Kings…
(Myles Goodwyn) Published by Goody Two Tunes, Inc. – BMI Some people call me a cowboy But I don’t know, I don’t ride no more I gave it up for the city Those painted women that I adore I was raised in the badlands Where men are mean and the children are sore But they…
Dedim dilber didelerin ıslanmış Dedi çok ağladım sel yarasıdır Dedim dilber yanakların dişlenmiş Dedi zülüf değdi tel yarasıdır Dedim dilber yanakların al olmuş Dedi bugün bana başka hal olmuş Dedim dilber yanakların gül olmuş Dedi çiçek soktum gül yarasıdır Dedim Emrah aklım başımdan aldın Dedi bu cihanda beni mi buldun Dedim dilber niçin sarardın soldun…
Benkei Hey! You’re so beautiful… It’s ok like a child You’re always locked up by yourself. Wasn’t there when you died. I didn’t get to bury you… I didn’t get to bury… *look at you* – One last time You’re so beautiful… You’re beautiful… First I’ll wait *These patches are blown.* *The system is in…
“WHY AYE MAN” We had no way of staying afloat, We had to leave on a ferryboat. Economic refugees, On the run to Germany. We had the back of Maggie’s hand, Times were tough in Geordieland. We got our tools and working gear And humped it all from Newcastle to here. Why aye man. Why…