Steve Winwood – Waltz For Lumumba

iyi günde kötü günde beraberdik hep el ele bu hayat sahnesinde bıraktığın gibi eşyalar bu evde hatıralar eski duruyor yerli yerinde hala aşığım deliler gibi sana bahçemde çiçekler açar yangınımda ben yanarım ikimizin yerine yolun açık olsun diye dualarım seninle

A fall from grace, forever preserving these days we’d waste, and never leaving this place where we’d stay, remember… We’re worker bees, we’re worker bees, our only purpose in life is to serve the queen! And you know, (someday we’ll let go!) Sun sets day, we’re standing in summer’s embrace, and we may continue to…

Son günlerde gülmez oldum Bana bi haller oluyor O eski aşık değilim artık İçim sıkılıyor Çok savaştım karşı koydum Çabaladım ne fayda Dürüst olmam gerekirse Beni kaybettin galiba Seni mazide bıraktım Umurumda değilsin artık Bana yaptıklarına inat Büyüklük bende kaldı Mutlu aşk yoksa Bu aşkın suçumu Kıskançlıklarla kaçırmadın mı Sen ipin ucunu Her sözüm kabahat…

(chorus:) How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? (end chorus) (chorus) How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn’t let…

Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel. At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend…

You think you know, but you have no idea This is the diary of a breathing onomanopoeia Now here’s another broken link for anyone who thinks my life’s together I rock a raincoat despite the pleasant weather God’s placed a permanent dark cloud above my head But he was nice enough to loan me a…