Alışamadım [English translation]

[Intro]

A new day, a new worry, a-gain

Time always troubles over something

Just a minute; what’s life if you change?

But if you still don’t change, oh…

[Bridge]

I still couldn’t get used to it

Yeah, capital city, capital city

[Verse]

I’m 25 and the thing that was early yesterday is too late now

Be numb as you live through, illegal jobless youth

I’m married to my imagination

And have written rap for pages; it’s all dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt

I got tired of seeing that everybody is psychopath and sadism is pleasure

Is everyone captive a little? Is that it?

Do I fucking care about this fucking world?

You’re captive to the current agenda, I am inside myself like a Buddhist

A whisky and a ganja, my amygdala are my brain’s Palestine.

The militia of my soul is resisting.

My roots sprout from the tunnels of the system and deepen

See, I am who I want to be.

Every word coming out of my pen is yearning in high dose

Lives are routine as if prescribed in a prospectus.

Enjoy exhaust gas if you feel suffocated,

Keep inhaling; "you get used to it" that’s all I hear.

You get used to it, and the system steals your dreams like a thief,

Not gently but by force

Half of us from greed, half of us from what I fear, we raced but we were wrong

We were fooled. Ego and inept attitude must go, my friend

“What’s this, where am I, where are we”, you say

You, too, would want the truth, which is the cure, not a trouble.

Each condition gets harder, but you don’t change

That's your opinion! Gloom by weight

is some kind of happiness, just wait

Streets are different already

Everything was actually nonsense in those wasted years

My mind shatters, I left pieces (or songs?) behind

My tongue is my blade that screwed up rap but

[Bridge]

I still couldn’t get used to it

Yeah, capital city, capital city

• Artist:Ezhel
• Album:Müptezhel