Ön Koltuk - Canozan

Güneye giderken otoyolda

Sağım tarla, solum tarla

Parfüm kokan bir arabada

Orta yaşlı kadınlarla

Geziyoruz ama yanımda param yok, pulum yok

Nedense ödüyor gibiler

Maddelerle dolu kanımdan geçiyor

Kafamda yine dans ediyor deliler

Ah

Yine ön koltukta

Güneşin doğuşuyla

Saat sabah 6 ve bi kahvaltı lazım

Ah

Gelmedik mi daha?

Ve bak sabah sabah

Yine anlamsız birkaç şarkı yazdım

On the highway going south

My right is the field, my left is the field

In a car that smells of perfume

with middle-aged women

We're traveling but I don't have money, I don't have stamps

For some reason they seem to pay

It runs through my blood full of substances

Crazy people are dancing in my head again

Ah

Again in the front seat

with the sunrise

It's 6 in the morning and I need a breakfast

Ah

Have we arrived yet?

And look morning morning

I wrote some meaningless songs again