Ressam - Hidra

Kağıdı kopart yarana bas bu yaradır özüne sadık olan

Hiç bi' şeyim yok bir paket sigara bir de dağınık odam

Sesin kurtarır mı seni şu günah kaplı sabıkadan?

Hayat sigara gibi yanarken ömrüm saman kağıdı kadar

Bekledikçe can yakar bu adına zaman denebilir

Ve sevemeyen bi' adam nasıl bi' kadına zarar verebilir (nasıl)

Bi' boşluktu ordum fakat adına karar veremedim

Hayallerim basit fakat sapına kadar gene benim

Ders, sıkıntı, stres hepsi nargilem de dumandı

Sonra fazla bunaldım tetikte mide bulantım

Küçüktük biz hayatın hep oynadığı bir kumardık

Yine de gülerdik ve hepimiz sanki Kemal Sunal’dık

Bu suskunluk eseri şarkılar bu duman sesiyle

Hep birleşirken anlaşamam hiç bir cumartesiyle

Uyanmak zor olmuyor aslında su darbesiyle

Peki bu sesin yankılarına hangi duvar vesile?

Başlamışken ölümler bu takvimlere karışmaya

Tek bir cümle duyuyordum bu sancı geçer alış dayan

Ben de çocukken başladım hayatla küsüp barışmaya

Yani ben de sizler gibiyim zeki ama çalışmayan

Birleşince ölüm doğuyor nefretim kederlerimle

Her nedense aynı benim cennetim cehennemimle

Acı ve pişmanlık genelde cinnetin bedellerinde

Alın bütün şarkılarımı dinletin bedenlerinde

Sonbahar ve ayın dokuzu bir tarafta kitap kokusu

Cümleleri bozuk ve çok uzun, istiyordum o gelip okusun

Hep aklımda o tenin dokusu, terk edilmiş otelin konusu

Geçmişim bu sende o musun, al öyleyse kucak dolusu küfür

Benim şafaklarıma düşmeyen bir ses gibisin

Bilemem elli beş senelik radyolardan eski misin

Şans denen inatçı ressam çizmiyordu resmimizi

Benim işim ölümle be aşk sen sadece esprisin

Tear off the paper, press on your wound, this is the wound that is true to its essence

I have nothing, a pack of cigarettes and my messy room

Will your voice save you from that sin-covered criminal record?

While life burns like a cigarette, my life is like straw paper

It hurts the longer you wait, it can be called time

And how can a man who can't love hurt a woman (how)

My army was a void but I couldn't decide on the name

My dreams are simple but still mine to the core

Lessons, troubles, stress were all smoke in my hookah.

Then I'm so overwhelmed I'm on the alert my nauseous

We were small we were a gamble that life always played

We would still laugh and we were all as if we were Kemal Sunal

These songs of silence are accompanied by the sound of smoke

I can't get along with any Saturday when I'm always united

It is not difficult to wake up, in fact, with the stroke of water.

So, which wall is the cause of the echoes of this sound?

While we were starting, deaths started to interfere with these calendars.

I was hearing only one sentence, this pain will pass.

When I was a child, I started getting offended and making peace with life.

So I'm like you, smart but not working

When combined, death is born, my hatred with my sorrows

Somehow my heaven is the same as my hell

Pain and regret are usually at the price of insanity

Take all my songs and listen to them in your body

Autumn and the ninth of the month, the smell of books on one side

His sentences are broken and too long, I wanted him to come and read

I always remember the texture of that skin, the subject of the abandoned hotel.

This is my past, are you also him, take it then a bunch of swearing

You're like a voice that doesn't fall on my dawns

I don't know if you're older than fifty-five years old radio

The stubborn painter called luck was not drawing our picture.

My job is with death, love, you're just a joke