Ağustos [English translation]

I am not happy as much as you think

New song begins as the bottle is finished

The scenario rewinds, there is tons of stone in my back

I don't care little things, runners scare me

I am confused, my eyes got purple.

The fake love inside me increase day by day

I kneeled and road is covered by ruckus.

A bitch doesn't have right to sadden me this much

Since i am posioned by love

I am addicted to rhymes, they thinks that I am Mecnun(an epic character)

You don't listen even if I am saying that I am not this kinda person

I hope he, who undressed you, loves you more than i do

I barely hear that you say "You again?"

I won't care anymore if you will disappear inside me

I did a plan with my way and i passed tens of traps

I found myself in a desperate situation with so little things

Cold of your absence breaks my fingers

Beside that, is "Do you love me?" a question?

Who could know that problem of your existence will bore me?

Even if you have not problem, you always have comment

What i cannot explain is what yo cannot understand

It is like that a half is hanged to suspense, you were half

Since you settled inside me and went,

Yesteray is today, today is lie, the woman you love is tomorroe

Hello bro, i'm in love with your girlfriend

I am looking for you- if i find, your lover will mourn

I am dangerous as much as a train whose machinst died

Do you know about Mecnun? I am his resurgened body

I am drunk since i saw you with her

Neither my mom saw me like this before, nor i saw myself like this

It is with you for 20 years, but who cared your ghost?

Blood ,which soked my shoulders, now washes my body.

You worshipping others make me more addicted to you

Maybe i can forget with a box of historical drug

Desperateness which is collected insede me will explode to you

My God, double my trouble

You are like insomnia, you are with me evey moment

There is snow outside, belive that my left side is unstable

My useless fingers are most objective objects

If you want, make others comb your hair

I am supossed to be a model to our children

I am useless to even myself, am I supposed to die?

Is road so long or is life short?

Now tell me that who i am and who you became

I cannot recognize anybody, it is not their problem

I have tons of iron in my bag

Things you saw are not fog, they are smoke, i am burning, you can be happy

I became a cloud which smells like you, watch at your balcony

I am a jerry-built ship, your absance is storm

I left tons of troubles with smoke

Maybe it is reason why my face is red to love

Desperateness came from my left to my back

Don't smile to me because I exist without you

My hearth is so big

My hearth is far even to me, it is close to only you

Hell is best description to what i feel.

• Artist:Canfeza