Bir Pesimistin Gozyaslari

Tears of a Pessimist

The lies stayed there, you got fooled, your pain was real.
I was deceived, my heart was taken, I begged, it got worse.
You were innocent in the deception, my face faded in the plea.
The thorn of your lies pierced deep, candles burned in the night.

My dreams shattered in the desert of love, that scorching breath pulling me to death.
In the evening, I looked at my corpse,
I carved your name into my skin, stole my hope, my pain.
I turned it into a song, the more I listened, the more I cried, my tears!...

People carry hope, some break it, but
For some, it was the only thing they had, that was everything.
I saw those who spent their lives chasing wealth out of fear of poverty,
I turned my face, it was your offer, your insistence was from an enemy.

How long will these repetitions go on?
What good is it to be a radar for lies, does it help if you get hurt?
The setting sun will rise again. A sinking ship is a grave lying down,
Slowly digging a grave,

Gambling hopes to find, fate writes for whom luck strikes,
God always does this. Let it go, desires are already sunk ships,
Let the letters go, is your address lost? Forced smiles, is crying a shame?
Burned hopes count the past, wear yourself out, question your mind looking back at yesterday?

How many coffins will be buried underground and how many people
Will go away without a clue? How many lies will break trust?
How many lines will be written in the book of fate and how many prayers
Will you say to your God, how many drops of tears will you shed for it?

How many tomorrows will you wait for? How many drops of tears for the future?
People have become wanderers around the overflow, in short breaks they learned
The word happiness, and God imposed, born from suffering, put the name of sin on it.

He struck hard, the stubborn ones were worn out, tested by nature,
The children of Mother Nature did not recognize their Lord, some
Cursed the Creator, oppressed themselves, ruled by money,
Most were choked by money, wounds opened, the situation sank.

The world's wealth is fleeting, every tree's branch breaks,
Every building collapses in disaster, a wafer, that
Is your price.

Falling salty tears, wash your face, every human knows peace,
God drew a temporary tattoo on the lands; when the time comes,
You will be wiped away with a pickaxe and shovel. If you have no wall to lean on, then go,
Justice that cannot withstand force is powerless, force that cannot withstand justice is cruel.

I want my rights, I will take everything that belongs to me.
The philosophy, in the games of injustice, justice was defeated,
Life's color faded, pain wrapped around, the pain of the wound
Made even the king throw down his crown, a lifetime is fleeting, a hope, where is it?

My smile is a mirage, my nightmare is what I wrote;
The guarantee of what I will write is Sago K.

How many coffins will be buried underground and how many people
Will go away without a clue? How many lies will break trust?
How many lines will be written in the book of fate and how many prayers
Will you say to your God, how many drops of tears will you shed for it?

How many tomorrows will you wait for? How many drops of tears for the future?