[Verse 1: Ağaçkakan]
Three-fingered glove and two burned by the catalytic
Sitting cross-legged in front, hiding the remote
The rescue team who rescued clothes beside me
Ignores me, my top covered with mandarin peel
From the Casio that gathers blood in my wrists, a status report: You are late
Yet I had expected a sign from the door handle
Engineer with packing tapes
Annoys people with evening news in the papers
Do not assume, life is unpredictable
In this restaurant, I met him instead of a tip
The deceased's face was like Ankara in the daytime
Nine to five routine, theater, of course, forcibly
I became the most unfaithful to this city
When I ran into old friends, I always asked for your name
From the Casio that gathers blood in my wrists, a status report: You’re late
A minute later, I had forgotten, I was angry
[Chorus: Ağaçkakan]
Crowd at the decorated grave under the plane tree
If it ended, I would be at ease, I had no time for greetings
Sometimes on my left shoulder, sometimes in a friend's lighter pocket, money folded in four
Crowd at the decorated grave under the plane tree
If it ended, I would be at ease, I had no time for greetings
Sometimes on my left shoulder, sometimes in a friend's lighter pocket, money folded in four
[Verse 2: Kayra]
Why are knives placed in the stomachs of the dead?
Such a flea-ridden quilt, I would not mind if they burned it
My shirt and tie ramble every minute
Sometimes people talk even while dying
Leaking with five troublesome shadows on my face
Moreover, bleeding dreams while doing this
So one evening, who said it ten summers ago
We met in all the stolen shadows
These words are all chatter, mere talk, sir
Let me tell you something real: do not come in dreams
But in the living rooms of empty houses
At dirty tables covered with oilcloths
They came with packages, knives in the belly
I am afraid of this, I wish night wouldn't come
I hope this glass doesn't appear because
The deceased's stolen shadow is still in this house
[Chorus: Ağaçkakan]
Crowd at the decorated grave under the plane tree
If it ended, I would be at ease, I had no time for greetings
Sometimes on my left shoulder, sometimes in a friend's lighter pocket, money folded in four
Crowd at the decorated grave under the plane tree
If it ended, I would be at ease, I had no time for greetings
Sometimes on my left shoulder, sometimes in a friend's lighter pocket, money folded in four
[Verse 3: Type Wheel]
I thought a lot, is there a place away from fears?
In the middle of gangrenous ventricles
I would not be visible there, so empty
Autumn rained on my eyelashes in mid-September
I hit my head and lay down before one o'clock
What I saw was not the exact interpretation of my dream
I don't know why I did it for no reason
Why did I save this city when I was not its conqueror?
Anyway, a dirty mirror does not help you
A man looking from the outside sees a mess
My mind rejects and dismisses all the analysis
I am an exception with my blind fate
Because my skin color is purple like a grain of sand
I fall from the border of hell to heaven
With your eyes that you lined with North Pole season
Do not look in the mirror like that, I am freezing
[Chorus: Ağaçkakan]
Crowd at the decorated grave under the plane tree
If it ended, I would be at ease, I had no time for greetings
Sometimes on my left shoulder, sometimes in a friend's lighter pocket, money folded in four
Crowd at the decorated grave under the plane tree
If it ended, I would be at ease, I had no time for greetings
Sometimes on my left shoulder, sometimes in a friend's lighter pocket, money folded in four