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Sarhoş Palavraları ve Nahoş Nidalar // Drunken Lies and Unpleasant Screams (2007)
6. Donkey-flattening Hills
[Verse 1: Kayra]
Close the betting pools without opening
Write a couple of lines without a single worry
Then our only wish is my dirty wound to close up
Without smiling much, let the one written about bleed
I wish the walls you lean against would darken one day
My only source left is beneath the heart
Am I burning there? Are you there too?
On the contrary, my friend, you're stuck in your clowning season
Tell me how many graves you dig in the middle of my day
After how many hills am I out of breath?
I've left curses after a careless snitch
I used to have my not-so-religious sins
Now they're all extremely sacred to me
A thousand corpses at every step,
I see that they're all me; don't let my double own up
I'm gonna let fly carelessly, however,
[Hook: Kayra]x2
The donkey-flattening hills, you think they would spare my life?
If only you'd take a portion of shame,
Would that redden you up? I don't think so
Because the syringes stab my waist
The reason, of course, is the donkey-flattening hills
[Verse 2: Kayra]
Now crouch down to the side and wait
The smoke is always upon me
So I stuffed many words in the smoke, here on your window
What we deserve at the end of the hill is a sweaty treasure
You think being left in the middle of nowhere would bother us? Of course it does
See how much my jaw drops seeing you at the end of the hill
Regular sizes are vain,
I'll read Chuck Palaniuk in addition, you might like it
In my dream, at the Pera Palace,
Agatha Christie is with me, her goal was a last detective novel
And I'm a suffering civil servant, what am I doing there?
My knees out of willpower,
They're subject to the sinister donkey-flattenning hill's ridicule
A new remorse on my gums is the one razor worth of rage
My reign is on the sidewalk, wait there
You're right, my guide is a crow,
My nose is in legume-covered shit at the end of the hill
[Hook: Kayra]x2
The donkey-flattening hills, you think they would spare my life?
If only you'd take a portion of shame,
Would that redden you up? I don't think so
Because the syringes stab my waist
The reason, of course, is the donkey-flattening hills