Afitap [English translation]

Broken glass on the hand ahh!

Hush! We were dead my friend

There is no sensing person between us

We are on predicament situation my firend

Lets look at our fortune

Are we going to go hodja and pilgrim again?

how many commitment say to hope?

Lets look at our state my friend

We lost from a fool's errand

We thought out of the saddle pocket

Caused by memory

We didn't weight the burden

From Anyone else

From The affairs of the heart

From the problems

We are sad The Beauty

With cosmetic words

With sensitive her/his first word

in due course

I'm same my mother The Beauty

You still think the summer corner

Ufff My instinct is the winter corner

People turned the forty corner

We are sucker my friend

Sleep is enemy to us, us to its

Who did lose? You will find?

You can make coffee with a little sugar

• Artist:Sıla
• Album:Mürekkep