What’s mine is yours
Though you were never mine
My gracious doors
Are open wide
I gave my hand
I gave my whole life too
But you took my plan
And turned it into bad bad news
I need an explanation
An emancipation
From this revelation that I can not bear
I need some information
I need a real foundation
You gotta have some wisdom
That you’d like to share
Tell me, how
Can you judge me
before we meet
Tell me, how
can you hear me
before I
Before I
Before I speak
My heavy head
My heavy mind
My skinny self
Is working overtime
You ate my words
And spit them out
And those who heard
Are left without a doubt
Mold me
Fold me
I felt a change in this world Where everything was damned A sign of rebirth…
When I look into your eyes I see gods light trying to find me And…
Özüne Özüm Gurban Gözüne Gözüm Gurban Sözüne Sözüm Gurban Yar Geldi Yar Geldi Yar Geldi…
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper…
Nerede o eski İstanbul beyefendisi Kibarlık niye unutuldu Seni de mi bozdular sayın abim Kimdi…