Bodrum - Aspova

Uzaklaştıkça bu şehirden

Sanki kurtuluyorum bu zehirden

Seneler geçse de üzerinden (ey)

Bi' yanım İstanbul, bi' yanım Bodrum

Yerinden de hep en özelinden

Adın dudaklarımdan hiç silinmez

«Kurtulmak istiyo' muyum?»

diye sordum yine

Bi' yanım İstanbul, bi' yanım Bodrum

Aşık oldum Bodrum (Bodrum)

Ama nefret ettim İstanbul gibiydi (ey)

Ne kaçarak yapabilirim ne de savaşarak

Ya rakı masasında adım geçer ya da şarap

İçime atıp dururum bilirsin halim harap

Ne emmeye ne gömmeye geldik biz anlaşarak

Kandık yok yere bitti her şey

Yazıp durdum bıkmadan hâlâ

Yazıyorum seni

Öldürmüyo' zehrin

Yazıyorum seni

Öldürmüyo' zehrin

Anlaşılıyordu nefesinden o gece etkileniyo’du sesimden

Dayanamadım öptüm ensesinden (ey)

Bi' yanım «son» diyordu, bi' yanım «sonsuz»

Hislerini gizleyişinden belli

O esprilerime gülüşünden

Nefret etti dönüş biletimden (ey)

Bi' yanım onunlaydı, bi' yanım onsuz

Bağımlı oldum Bodrum (Bodrum)

Ama ciğerlerimi kustum İstanbul gibiydi

Ya zarar verecektim ya da kesin net bir karar

Gitsem ne yarardı kalsam kime yarar

Zaten senelerdir böyle tatlı hisler haram

Bu sefer ki iki türlü de güzel gelen bir yara (yara, yara)

Kandık yok yere bitti her şey

Yazıp durdum bıkmadan hâlâ

Yazıyorum seni

Öldürmüyo' zehrin

Yazıyorum seni

Öldürmüyo' zehrin

The farther you get from this city

It's like I'm getting rid of this poison

Even though it's been years (ey)

One side of me is Istanbul, one side of me is Bodrum

From its place, always from the most special

Your name will never be erased from my lips

"Do I want to be saved?"

I asked again

One side of me is Istanbul, one side of me is Bodrum

I fell in love Bodrum (Bodrum)

But I hated it was like Istanbul (ey)

I can neither run away nor fight

Either step on the raki table or wine

I keep putting it inside me, you know I'm devastated

We have come to neither absorb nor bury

We're bleeding out, everything is over for nothing

I've been writing and still not getting tired of it

I'm writing you

Doesn't your poison kill

I'm writing you

Doesn't your poison kill

It was understood that he was affected by his breath that night from my voice.

I couldn't resist I kissed her neck (ey)

Part of me was saying "end", part of me was "eternal"

It's obvious that he's hiding his feelings.

He smiles at my jokes

Hated my return ticket (ey)

Part of me was with him, part of me was without him

I'm addicted Bodrum (Bodrum)

But I threw up my lungs it was like Istanbul

I was either going to hurt or make a clear decision.

What good would it do if I went, who would it benefit if I stayed?

Such sweet feelings are forbidden for years anyway.

This time, a wound that feels beautiful in both ways (wound, wound)

We're bleeding out, everything is over for nothing

I've been writing and still not getting tired of it

I'm writing you

Doesn't your poison kill

I'm writing you

Doesn't your poison kill