Ateşten Gömlek [English translation]

I have a secret that is too secret to reveal

It is the reason for the disorder

Explosions take place, trouble, grief

If I had a tongue that gives up the secret, thorn touches my condition.

He doesn't know, the one who knows goes, me I am thorn

What if you say, who would understand? If I don't say, vineyards mourn. The whole scatters due to this fray.

SAGO isn't satisfied, smokes tobacco.

I am so inside the game.

Fame and reputation haunts my life.

My tomorrow is unclear, yesterday has ended. Today is nervous.

Add, subtract what is the result? For every comparison touches my tongue

the sharp end belonging to knife. Who is guilty? Who has the guilt?

It is so arrogant that it doesn't leave me in peace until pepper burns it.

The wound of my tongue is so severe, I can't find a bandage to cover it!

Come closer look at my body where dynamite is attached.

Like a kite I will make the one who gets close fly from pin to ropes.

Sinister people came to my door with roses in their hands.

When they aren't satisfied, they attacked with the thorns of the same roses! They hit with black cannon balls.

Chorus x2

Put on the shirts of fire one after the other that your body burn

And also break the pots of clay, I am already nervous (And also)

It is only me, it was only me and I am myself at the midst

My trouble doesn't end, ever since I know this condition devours

The thing that was on my mind occurred

My head has been cracked, my food has become cold, anorexia made fun of my hunger again.

I don't want to snowball anymore, my hands are cold.

My eyes are tired of various hide-and-seek games.

O those who gave confidence and courage, where are you? Show me the illusionists who make a rabbit using 62. Identify all those foul-mouthed people who can stand in front of me.

I broke the reeds with an iron plectrum

I dug out the pleasures I could't sacrifice in my heart. Give me the summers! The palace of divine mercy; O the compassionate! You are the Pleasing, you are the Meaning, you are the compassionate, you are the beloved!

My soul cannot be saved from invasion, my motherland explodes, flame, fire, volcano, my feelings, there is fracture. The lava erupts on me! Spark, embers! Those fires aren't extinguished with a handful water I have.

I have a secret that lies for the "life sleep"

I had may friends who were sunk in the distrust

The thing I testified is that some people bought the happiness with money!..

Chorus x2

Put on the shirts of fire one after the other that your body burn

And also break the pots of clay, I am already nervous (And also)

It is only me, it was only me and I am myself at the midst

My trouble doesn't end, ever since I know this condition devours

The shirts of fire,

The Pots of clay

Neither you came from the monkey,

Nor did the storks bring you,

Pay attention to Sago

[video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=It-V-q02DRQ]

• Artist:Sagopa Kajmer