Köle Gibi

Dr. Fuchs:
I threw my white flags into this life, I’m done
I looked at my watch, it’s a quarter past three
I’m here in all those rainy summer nights, but my dreams
Are still so sparse
I still have a hope, 'tell me' yeah, alright, but I’m a
Blind slave
If there’s hope ahead on this road, now for you and me
There’s no way out
Ugh, now again there’s no hope for me, I’m so sick, no one’s
Here to help
These hands are cold, and my eyes are frozen, just carry me on your
Shoulders to the ground
Where’s my peace? War is within you, the world’s power is on this line, ask
With prayers, let them
Leave me on the ground one last time, I have no right because I’m a blind slave

İzel
I live like a slave who’s had enough of life, why is my sun set?
It doesn’t rise, I’m crying day and night
No one can extinguish this fire inside me, no remedy, no cure
For a pain without relief

Sagopa:
My body’s a gift, every chain’s a piranha in my hand
Emotions are the smiles of intifadas, crying
I was a child, Sagopa, life’s a godsend, it was tense
The words that wrapped around my tongue, a whole exhibition
I haven’t resigned from humanity, my feet wander after my roses
Crushed daisies, desires came out in their fortunes
The world became insatiable in its monkey business
It turned, it wouldn’t stop, it was hard, the brakes failed, God put a period
You already know, the one called a slave, walking barefoot in the snow
Was like a wound on the feet of so many kids, rap was like a prayer of black pepper
Heaven and hell were fairy tales, all the stories read
Were dreams, a sugar girl sometimes, and then a hungry wolf
Vivaldi played, love was offered, always the story found
The end, the mischievous one slept, those who told of love lost it, those who turned their backs on life
Were the ones who drew the line
They pulled and slaughtered, and without greetings, they became
Oppressors, and brought gloom
Liars became the norm, always a liar, in the rubaiyat of Khayyam, wine turned to blood
Diving into pain, don’t seek to be found, gift the boat
Singularity, mature, constructive
Don’t let the doorkeeper knock, let every
Suffering be lived in one pleasure, death saw every poison
The cure for arrogance is three lies and one truth, let my secret be, let my heart
Hold on, let fate be coated with honey, let the outcomes look to tomorrow
I added this picture
God created a body, it was time for the loser to lose.