Ben sana mecburum
Ben Sana Mecburum
ben sana mecburum bilemezsin
adini mih gibi aklimda tutuyorum
buyudukce buyuyor gozlerin
ben sana mecburum bilemezsin
icimi seninle isitiyorum
agaclar sonbahara hazirlaniyor
bu sehir o eski Istanbul mudur
karanlikta bulutlar parcalaniyor
sokak lambalari birden yaniyor
kaldirimlarda yagmur kokusu
ben sana mecburum sen yoksun
sevmek kimi zaman rezilce korkuludur
insan bir aksamustu ansizin yorulur
tutsak ustura agzinda yasamaktan
kimi zaman ellerini kirar tutkusu
birkac hayat cikarir yasamasindan
hangi kapiyi calsa kimi zaman
arkasinda yalnizligin hinzir ugultusu
Fatih`te yoksul bir gramofon caliyor
eski zamanlardan bir cuma caliyor
durup kose basinda deliksiz dinlesem
sana kullanilmamis bir gok getirsem
haftalar ellerimde ufalaniyor
ne yapsam ne tutsam nereye gitsem
ben sana mecburum sen yoksun
belki Haziran`da mavi benekli cocuksun
ah seni bilmiyor kimseler bilmiyor
bir sileb siziyor issiz gozlerinden
belki Yesilkoy`de ucaga biniyorsun
butun islanmissin tuylerin urperiyor
belki korsun kirilmissin telas icindesin
kotu ruzgar saclarini goturuyor
ne vakit bir yasamak dusunsem
bu kurtlar sofrasinda belki zor
ayipsiz fakat ellerimizi kirletmeden
ne vakit bir yasamak dusunsem
sus deyip adinla basliyorum
icimsira kimildiyor gizli denizlerin
hayir baska turlu olmayacak
ben sana mecburum bilemezsin
Attila İlhan
You are a must for me
you are a must for me, you never know
i keep your name in my mind as a nail
your eyes getting more bigger as they get bigger
you are a must for me, you never know
i am heating inside of me with you
Trees are getting ready for autumn
this city is that old Istanbul?
clouds are torn aparts in darkness
street lights are immediately flashing
over sidewalks, the smell of rain
you are a must for me, you are absent
to love is sometimes a rather disgraceful fear
man gets tired all of a sudden in an evening
captive, with living over straight razor
sometime, breaks his hands, his passion
takes out a few lives in his lifetime
whichever door he knocks sometimes
behind him, whistle of the naught silence of loneliness
a poor gramphon plays in Fatih
from ancient times a Cuma* plays
standing in the corner, i would listen non-stop
i would bring an untouched sky to you
weeks are crumbled in my hands
what shall i do, what shall i hold on, where shall i go
you are a must for me, you are absent
maybe you are blue dotted child in june
Ah noone knows you, noone knows
a ship leaks from your deserted eyes
maybe you are taking an aeroplane in Yesilkoy
wholly got wet, your hair shudder
maybe you are blind, broken, in a hurry
Bad winds are carrying away your hair
whenever i think of living a life
maybe hard in this wolves table..
without a shame, though without getting our hands dirty
whenever i think of living a life
i start with your name, with saying Silence
your secret seas are moving inside of me
No, it wont happen in other ways
you are a must for me, you never know...
Attila İlhan
Ben Sana Mecburum
ben sana mecburum bilemezsin
adini mih gibi aklimda tutuyorum
buyudukce buyuyor gozlerin
ben sana mecburum bilemezsin
icimi seninle isitiyorum
agaclar sonbahara hazirlaniyor
bu sehir o eski Istanbul mudur
karanlikta bulutlar parcalaniyor
sokak lambalari birden yaniyor
kaldirimlarda yagmur kokusu
ben sana mecburum sen yoksun
sevmek kimi zaman rezilce korkuludur
insan bir aksamustu ansizin yorulur
tutsak ustura agzinda yasamaktan
kimi zaman ellerini kirar tutkusu
birkac hayat cikarir yasamasindan
hangi kapiyi calsa kimi zaman
arkasinda yalnizligin hinzir ugultusu
Fatih`te yoksul bir gramofon caliyor
eski zamanlardan bir cuma caliyor
durup kose basinda deliksiz dinlesem
sana kullanilmamis bir gok getirsem
haftalar ellerimde ufalaniyor
ne yapsam ne tutsam nereye gitsem
ben sana mecburum sen yoksun
belki Haziran`da mavi benekli cocuksun
ah seni bilmiyor kimseler bilmiyor
bir sileb siziyor issiz gozlerinden
belki Yesilkoy`de ucaga biniyorsun
butun islanmissin tuylerin urperiyor
belki korsun kirilmissin telas icindesin
kotu ruzgar saclarini goturuyor
ne vakit bir yasamak dusunsem
bu kurtlar sofrasinda belki zor
ayipsiz fakat ellerimizi kirletmeden
ne vakit bir yasamak dusunsem
sus deyip adinla basliyorum
icimsira kimildiyor gizli denizlerin
hayir baska turlu olmayacak
ben sana mecburum bilemezsin
Attila İlhan
You are a must for me
you are a must for me, you never know
i keep your name in my mind as a nail
your eyes getting more bigger as they get bigger
you are a must for me, you never know
i am heating inside of me with you
Trees are getting ready for autumn
this city is that old Istanbul?
clouds are torn aparts in darkness
street lights are immediately flashing
over sidewalks, the smell of rain
you are a must for me, you are absent
to love is sometimes a rather disgraceful fear
man gets tired all of a sudden in an evening
captive, with living over straight razor
sometime, breaks his hands, his passion
takes out a few lives in his lifetime
whichever door he knocks sometimes
behind him, whistle of the naught silence of loneliness
a poor gramphon plays in Fatih
from ancient times a Cuma* plays
standing in the corner, i would listen non-stop
i would bring an untouched sky to you
weeks are crumbled in my hands
what shall i do, what shall i hold on, where shall i go
you are a must for me, you are absent
maybe you are blue dotted child in june
Ah noone knows you, noone knows
a ship leaks from your deserted eyes
maybe you are taking an aeroplane in Yesilkoy
wholly got wet, your hair shudder
maybe you are blind, broken, in a hurry
Bad winds are carrying away your hair
whenever i think of living a life
maybe hard in this wolves table..
without a shame, though without getting our hands dirty
whenever i think of living a life
i start with your name, with saying Silence
your secret seas are moving inside of me
No, it wont happen in other ways
you are a must for me, you never know...
Attila İlhan
