Aşk Kasımda Değil [English translation]

Verse 1

Never ask me how kind of person am I, my job is being myself

When I have life concers, a woman isn't my problem, can't be my problem

Don't be nervous, rap is madrasas, I'm a mullah

Walking on this damned thorny path is not hard now

Paper smells like homeland and pen smells like its soul

When I don't write, I'm in the darkest ages

I said rain. When rain knocks my door, I cry

It has never rained on the city since that day

Which honor price is bed, friend is not the one that obeys every word

If you want to rise to the top, you first fall down

A mistake again, an attack again, a trap again, a snare again

If you sink, they gonna say you 'shut up'

Find the problem on yourselves, not on the others

The love I said is on the papers, not in November

And freedom is here, not in provincial town

Use yours, don't look for a brain on the others

(Chorus x2):

I don't back down, fool, the problem is this, the rounds are my trump in the tango of Hiphop

Wake up and sleep, the problem passes by me, these sounds are my trump, Hiphop is on the exact dose

Verse 2

The one that send me to this war is pryer of a pencil

And I won before a black face turned into a white face

Fatih is ahead, blue shadows on him

None of you is gonna smile until this poet die

I realized the life again, I realized again

I'm keeping quiet as I getting older and the new me can only explain me

Be normal now, it's time to dive deep

4 hours sleeping, this is the meaning of peace

Roaming inside home was achieving my anger

and only god is gonna judge me for everything I have done

Tease me but never don't you tease I have written (never)

Because writing like this is not easy besides this age

Is there a solution? Everyday I'm invited to death

I can't even curse hardship now

What happened to these stages?

I borrowed my life

I built the dynasty by myself

(Chorus x4)

I don't back down, fool, the problem is this, the rounds are my trump in the tango of Hiphop

Wake up and sleep, the problem passes by me, these sounds are my trump, Hiphop is on the exact dose

• Artist:Hidra
• Album:Grafit ve Kilin