kopya kalpler [English translation]

Replica hearts.

A light shines before their eyes.

And a future embroidered with passion is what is laid before me. Laughing and crying are my options.

On which option was I on a time out?

I was the one sweating in their cold winds.

This feeling is ridiculous, and there is no return.

I am a subject to a prank.

And my syllables at times are in a verse syllable.

Finally found my desires.

I don’t know whether this is supply or demand.

Can one always live with this condition?

What did I ask for and they put this puppet before me?

And I am abused in my bad day.

Buried in a burning flame.

I am rotten within my feelings, get it already.

My replica heart is torn so many times.

Worn out by your caprice.

Your man could only commit a hit and run and he wasn’t found.

And now you are laid down.

In the taste of a poem in which absence is likened to death, I realize that your existence is ridiculous.

I got it fast. Only could pack.

Stabbed this pain with a hook.

At least once I did hack.

Dry up this river if you dare.

My eyes are still cloudy.

Your meaning is great.

Is love’s eyes always wet?

Is this what it deserves?

Is your loyalty end of my trust?

You were destiny.

Chorus

Your abuse is obvious.

Your vanishing sessions are not only for me.

Rain hid my tears.

I dripped in replica hearts.

At least once, don’t give me a guarantee.

I have mourned effigies for human corpse that was wrong for many times. I am used to it anyway.

This slave counted down.

Is there little left for the end?

It was a mistake to begin.

But not being able to begin was a pain.

In my serenade to love, you were the pick on my string.

I got over my habit hey God.

I was not the only one imprisoned.

There were friends scared in the corner. Mercy!

Signed, sealed, sides taken.

And I…

Made strange dedications.

I could’ve run for tomorrow in an opt condition.

Did the red roses burn in vain?

Whatever, never mind.

Sagopa cannot be duplicated.

Another one cannot be found, not even rarely.

Each one of my cells were a bait for cancer.

A torn apart initial and the last goodbye of the punctuated lines is a dedication to today.

I think this is a very weird torture.

Alarm clock of love is on my bedside.

Replica hearts interrupted sleep.

• Artist:Sagopa Kajmer