Karabiber Duasi

(Sagopa)
It starts with the spark of a match, I became a hired killer of your feelings, now cry! How many tenants can you evict from your world, are you lacking the reason for your desires, if you plant a garden, will you water its seed, pessimist? Does my pen stumble? Do you sense, will your ticket be cut? My world lives in ink, the black pepper prayer is written on my funeral's shoulders, rap black news prayer always helpless in the heart, always remember with a sad neck I came, wasn't your power enough? Humanity is eliminated day by day, in the tunnels of sorrow, mice attack, you are in a state of war with your sweat on your face, poor thing! The intimate Adam will burn with sin, will serve as a howl, since you know that I am a ruin, what peace do I have. My whole existence is in the moon.
Chorus
The black pepper prayer rap written on my funeral's shoulders
Black news prayer, always helpless, on your lips
While my symphony plays, always my prayer is the Bass-drum
My whole existence is in the moon (where is my body actually?
(Kasirga)
Humanity has become unable to stand in front of the truth
The black pepper prayer is the last melody of my curse
Humanity has become unable to look into the light
Afraid of souls, of the future
Humanity has become unable to hold accountable
From the truths of this world made with tanks
My body has become unable to endure the pain
My feelings that couldn't feel from making love with pain every day
Cry for your state like me
Like souls lost in silence
Speak to the world about your silence
Humanity has become the slave of money
Is the soul the killer of the system with wrong bodies
In the end, the black pepper prayer has become humanist
Because of what was lived in the past, my words
I always long for this prayer, if I can't hear it, my eyes will open