Sinem Güngör feat. Saian - All Dead Kings - Lyrics

in my pockets are forbidden songs, withdrawn from circulation 

behind me, there's nothing but my parka

I used to save every night, getting up at five

all the songs I wrote are tempted by the colors of the moon

the lands of my vitality could not crack

you couldn't chill from the mercy of your skin, you couldn't make a move

you couldn't escape and sleep, as if your place is tight

[don't prod the pomegranate inside me, I'm wearing a white shirt]

you were red

you are both a child and well-behaved

going is your home

and maybe in your canteen there is salty water

as for me, why do I carry the pain of so many gypsies in my chest

it doesn't mean anything to me, so your conscience can turn into a rose

[] inside Birhan Keskin