I've seen too much
I think that's why I have a problem with authority
Many crossed my path
Came a bit with me, but when it got rocky, they wanted to go back
When the sky is clear, you can see stars
But these are also the coldest nights
A small hut in an even smaller village somewhere in the mountains
A candle, a blanket
Ahmet Kaya is playing on an old Walkman
We immediately rewound when the song was over
If you want the shadows to fall behind you, then turn your face towards the light
We are children of the sun, don't need much
A bit of cheese, a bit of bread
Hamdullah, everything is good

Sometime
You will remember it
You will know again, how it was
For a brief moment
Sometime
You will no longer accept
That someone tells you something
Because no one can

At some point, I was familiar with the situation
Pictures from scars look like
A work of art by Jean-Michel Basquiat on the skin
I trusted the wrong ones
They all sold me out
But at some point, the anger in the stomach was digested by the stomach
Flush the depression
Down in the settlement with espresso
From me, go like L-L-O
Main thing, one day get an SL
Break the bread only with the closest, you know that
Money comes, money goes, but what does it change?
Three percent, Hawala, trader's wage
Because no one here is a banker's son

Sometime
You will remember it
You will know again, how it was
For a brief moment
Sometime
You will no longer accept
That someone tells you something
Because no one can

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