It used to be unreal
Fairy tales of yesterday
I washed away with all my pain
But they won’t ever fade away
Once freezing some ideals
The cold wind took them all away
No sunshine to brighten up our memories
Who can turn back into old times
We pray for a dying hour
This season is not the theme
We only pray to cry our dream
Upon this emptiness
We pray for clouds that hug
The thunder’s trumpet roars
The rain comes down upon my head
Tonight we gonna pray
We pray for the end of the season
The sound of the coming darkness
A crown of thorns which burns
That falls into the soul like rain
The day that the sun will depart
Once freezing some ideals
The cold wind took them all away
No sunshine to brighten up our memories
Who can turn back into old times
We pray for the end of the season
Bekle kar altında kalan buğday tanesi Yine onun sularıyla yeşereceksin Gözyaşların çare değil ağlama büyü…
Listen to that sound of something in your ear Pulls you sounds so Shakespearean Tugs…
Ne talihim Güldü,nede kaderim, Her gün gibi bugün yine dünden beterdi, Bir yanda vicdanım,bir yanda…
Bu aşk bende akar gider hep akar gider Köpük gibi çağlayarak bir nehir gibi Ayrılıktan…
Some of them come now Some of the running Some of them looking for fun…