Gol [English translation]

Enough with the accounting of conscience

Was it's trial successful

We moved away from the best, from the middle

Ah, an open pressure of neighbors from the block

This dog fight never ended

We've scratched the fence of our mind

Child grew up, epoch has changed

Especially if you challenge me

I'm ready, I'm not afraid of you

Afraid of me now, mister

Whatever we do, aren't we doing it again

Aren't we turning left after pointing to the right

If we shoot at the goal and miss

Aren't we just talking out of our butts

Will we let our dreams stay skinny

No way, we'll make it, of course

Don't hold me down, don't block my way

I used to think differently

I used to get upset

Darn it, good morning, come on, walk

• Artist:Sıla