Bu can isyanlarda arsız bela

Wanna be somethin' you would do. He's got the fire and he talks with it. Makes me a sad, sad girl. I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl. I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl. It might not be somethin' you would do. Careful who you're talkin' to. I'm on fire, baby, I'm on fire. It's only therapy, my thoughts just get ahead of me Eventually I'll be fine I know that it was never meant to be Either way I guess I'm not prepared, but I'll say this These things happen for a reason and you can't change shit Take my apology, I'm sorry for the honesty But I had to get this off my chest I don't love you baby I don't need you baby I don't want you no Anymore I don't love you baby I don't need you baby I don't wanna love you no Anymore.

Ooh oh oh It's all good! Ooh oh oh [Verse 2] You'll take a bad day and you'll make it feel alright It might be dark outside, but you'll make my sun shine I don't know what you do, but you're making everything feel right 'Cause this feels right [Chorus] Tonight we'll live forever, forever Do this we won't remember But it's all good, all good If we can, we should we should As long as we're together, It's all good!

Ooh oh oh [Bridge] As long as we're together We're gonna live forever, Gonna do whatever! If we stick together, it will be all good And if we stick together we can live forever We can do whatever It will be all good [Chorus] Tonight we'll live forever, forever Do this we won't remember But it's all good, it's all good If we can, we should we should As long as we're together It's all good!

Ooh oh oh. Why am I still a good person to you? If a voice disturbs your solitude at midnight If your eyelashes get cold While not even the dead of winter If your heart gets strained internally It means I am absent In my incomplete tomorrows. Shoot me from my navy blue blood So I can kiss you in the abyss of the night Your breath is thunder on my skin Let me kiss your sweat burble cool A gauzy loneliness mine is Pure and saffron unadulterated pain Acute angle Poisonous feminine Wrap me. Sun is hiding its faded identity From god and purple love colored cities I am going away from the lovings of my voice I committed suicide Towards the orgasm of shadows Plain-table Longings are cancelled A blue avenue too Houses too Flighty blue with exfoliated plaster Save our folk songs Ruhi Su Then maybe I can return from Babylon Beyond trains, planes and busses With distant travels Istanbul to your strait My corpse is hanged to your laws Autonomous- defenseless In the name of unadulterated cities You are not known.

With the alter you gave me I feed my poem The capital of civilizations In Mesopotamia. It is also the name of a neighborhood in Fatih district in Istanbul. There is a common belief that this bird brings luck to women who has no children, or who wants to get married in Urfa. In Turkish slang "angut" is also used, to indicate that someone is foolish and careless, because this bird lands when the wind is blowing from behind, thus usually stumbles. I would like to dedicate this poem to Mine Ozdemirtas who has a very important place in my life and surely to my valuable poet brother Alparslan Colakoglu who caused my path cross with Her.

It was an exile experienced when a history was ending That is why, it is not necessary to expect inspiration from mythologies To see the gods' lovings Because god of love Eros ordered thus And whore angels were selling themselves in the flea market. I am on the cliffs my beloved Who knows in which season were the screams and break ups However now a wounded heart love is Sorrow was a peer of the time that flew And drop-by-drop the rain was falling to the earth's Womb Why was not Zeus the god of skies not sending with all his might The rain Why did I think like this and why cannot I reach my reaches Yet again I was able to leave everything.

Did you bring rain I brought my heart My dreams My dreams to be lived My dreams are fading away in my tired nights In a sweaty Istanbul geography Where is the place that my heart's voice falls upon Which climate which geography I leave this time by itself by myself My heart is the reflection of another city on the water now I cannot fit into myself quarter to my suicide Does sorrow suit me.

While bangos were settling on a branch Its answer is hidden in the question To a tyro love I was compensated With my unresisting child side I grew up and forgot already An old September my sorrow is This loneliness is also written in my account However I would have loved to experience what could be experienced All women bring death behind them. Why do you prefer keeping quiet and making me talk, I also don't know; all I know is, in this not rainy maybe but shiny winter night, that mystic, that exotic air of Istanbul wraps my thoughts and my body, move me even closer to myself, why?

Why am I looking for sorrowful songs in the radio stations? Why am I or are we looking for sorrow in the black and white photos? We, how much do we know of us? Is not our life a censorship ball of yarn? Relationships that are artificial, made into a bowtie, wrapped up into a box The nightstand does not have any meaning or the fragrance standing on the dressing table.

There is no force in these lamentations. We, are not us anymore; because we remember the past with our remembrances.

Not quietly of course, while looking at us in the eye they went away. Because we cannot stomach to say "stop, don't go! I would get hurt without you! And this pain would be enough for you In time you got used to the pains, loneliness you chose. Helplessly we return back, to become us again how so many things we would give up to gain the ones we lost? The call that we wait for does not come; it was a wrong number that was dialed: "I am sorry, sir" it is said and hung up. Aydin Yesilyurt icin.

Kederli ve magrur. Gecenin icinde bir ruzgan cani. Bir orman yaniyor icimde ve gurul gurul bir degirmen, ki deprem, coskun ruzgar sarkilar soyluyor saskin gulusume Ve sen butun aydinliginla icimdesin Coktan unuttum eski opuslerimi hadi gel.

Mournful and proud And prudent Ours is a deep loneliness stuck to fishnets Your nameless escape is my bait, no waste From distances, unreachable even if we set the birds free, We came to far away countries, yet trapped in love In the night, a wind chime A forest is burning within me and a roaring watermill, an earthquake ebullient The wind is singing songs for my bewildered smile And with all your light you are within me I already forgot my past kisses Come on, come.

Here I am, I love you My weariness is because of your distance Irony I. Each love leaning on lies can be made bleed by a poem only Whenever you come to my mind, there is a downfall suddenly Bring Me A Sea Come on bring me a sea Let's also say a wind that comes with the desolate rain Who were we Naciye Which wound is bleeding, bleeds in our memories.

Ey my close relatives in distance I buy loves that ended up in the second hand bookstores Saying, which love would be repeated Again I bought bronze loves While being infested with fleas in the flea market To Beyoglu theaters While it was snowing in the dark Ah these Istanbul rains how shy they are.