Bulanık Sular - Ceza

Şah ile mat

Vezir ile tefeci

Şahidin yok saklanan ise gerçek

Şaibe çok katlanır buna herkes

Bir can doğar, bin can gömer

Bak bir sağa sola kim var kalan

Denize dökülü yalan filan falan

Gökteki yedi kata yumruğu kaldır

Herkesi kandır, kanmaz yaradan

Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı

Duman her yer beden toprağın

Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım

Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız

Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı

Duman her yer beden toprağın

Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım

Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız

Saklanır gerçek, gizlenir senden

Dizlerin çözülür ve izlenir herkes

Bizleri görür ama bir selam vermez

Adam beğenmez ama adam derler

Kimisi var, kimisi yok gibidir

Aynı gemisi var, gerisi yol açık umman

Tut demiri çek çapayı hadi yaylan

Kimse yanında kalmaz bir anda

Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı

Duman her yer beden toprağın

Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım

Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız

Şehrin üstünde, ölü toprağı

Duman her yer beden toprağın

Kurak her taraf, boş bardağım

Bulanık sular akar, akar faydasız

checkmate with king

usurer with vizier

There is no witness, the hiding is real

Shaibe bears this a lot, everyone

A soul is born, a thousand lives are buried

Look who's left

A lie spilled into the sea or something.

Raise your fist to the seven floors in the sky

Deceive everyone, the creator is not fooled

Above the city, dead land

Smoke is everywhere, body is soil

Dry all around, my empty glass

Turbid waters flow, flow is useless

Above the city, dead land

Smoke is everywhere, body is soil

Dry all around, my empty glass

Turbid waters flow, flow is useless

The truth is hidden from you

Your knees are bent and everyone is watched

He sees us but does not greet us.

The man doesn't like it, but they say man

Some are there, some are not

He has the same ship, the rest is open to Oman

Grab the iron pull the anchor come on spring

No one stays by your side

Above the city, dead land

Smoke is everywhere, body is soil

Dry all around, my empty glass

Turbid waters flow, flow is useless

Above the city, dead land

Smoke is everywhere, body is soil

Dry all around, my empty glass

Turbid waters flow, flow is useless