Bir Dizi Iz (feat. Kolera)

Sagopa
Look, these marks are permanent, there were knives in my chest.
I can endure the pain, don’t tell my mom.
I hide my tracks, I watch them when I’m alone.
They all bring someone back to life, I kill them.
I keep looking at my marks,
I laugh at my mistakes,
I extinguish the lamp of despair,
Dehh, my friend, may your path be clear.
Sing, nightingale, let that beautiful tone be heard.
The deep marks that share my years, they watch me,
If they could see them, their faces would pale,
The seas would run dry from crying,
My past foolishness cleanses my future...
The salt and pepper in my soup is confused, unaware of the spoon,
Look, a lover is buried without a shroud.
Time runs faster than death, it’s impatient.
No one is immortal, everyone leaves a mark, no one is without a mark, everyone is lonely!

Look at the wounds, these aren’t just one person’s,
One’s mark remains, the other’s mark stays after they pass.
We all have our marks, a series x2

Kolera
If I’m stuck in the middle of fake laughter,
If I’ve caught a cold from cold types,
If I’ve become as slippery as they are,
Alright, you talk, I’ll stay quiet.
What I say is big, but I’m just a little guy.
As we cut with a double-edged saw, the fuss increases.
It may be flat, but it’s bumpy, don’t mess with my balance.
Don’t say the marks will pass, they’ll track you down.
Every day, every year, you leave new marks again.
It starts within and ends in your eyes, fire.
If you knew the troubles I have, the advice I give,
The experiences I’ve had, I’ve never been blind to anything.
For some, my simple voice is sometimes quiet, sometimes loud.
They price my worth, sometimes they cut, sometimes they beat.
They bury a nothing like this, think about what Ali and Omar would do.
What have we done like this, gentlemen?
Empty work, empty things,
Something, something...

Look at these wounds, these aren’t just one person’s,
One’s mark remains, the other’s mark stays after they pass.
We all have our marks, a series x2