Doldum [English translation]

[note: The original lyrics here are mistaken and incomplete, I dropped a link below. I followed that lyrics video translating.]

We are within each other but not like together

They rent the existence of ours to the lies

Since who finds the way thinks he the owner is,

The stones that hit our head are a longlife tv series.

Rivers, my head and my tooth as well - they hurt

I’m tired, sir, I’m going away for this reason, be sure that

Well done all us, I’m not talking this way due to my anger

What I am sorry for is you have been lazy and repeater.

In the mornings and at the night I sensed the farewell

Turning toward the trace of the crack on the wall,

My life is a flood of the memories, it’s zigzag-shaped

It’s the school of stones thrown to the head in the desert.

The promises of the hours are in pieces, they are upside down

I’ve had enough and I filled the cup, I filled it

The rose in front of me, I withered it.

I’m in pain, I’ve melodies for my hurt

I’ve friends who color my winter.

All the time I have chased the traces

My conditions are inside the behavior

The fishing lines dangling in the crowd

I’m thinking about a teeter-totter

The fire and the rain are one ofter another.

The evening is upward all the time, the nights are sideward

Look at the moonlight on the sea and then into your mind

Chase the fish, what is this rush and haste for?

There is a moment, always there but I can’t come through the door.

We are flying getting on a trouble bird

The love’s flare and forest fire are hand in hand

We have become the helper of the earth and we ask for helps from the sky.

Don’t cheat anyone anymore, do what is appropriate by what you hold.

The last version of the space have been postponed for many generations

I’d ask someone who knows that, if they have seen, if you have seen

But I am bored of your answer.

The madness of the cities.

Their brains overheat, teeter-tooter up and down continuously

The clocks are the alarms of the contest.

The end of the marathon is a swamp.

The rich one is insidious,

The underdogs are determined.

The darkness have become an acquaintance of ours.

If only it was spring and we were sleeping on the roof.

In the mornings and at the night I sensed the farewell

Turning toward the trace of the crack on the wall,

My life is a flood of the memories, it’s zigzag-shaped

It’s the school of stones thrown to the head in the desert.

The promises of the hours are in pieces, they are upside down

I’ve had enough and I filled the cup, I filled it

The rose in front of me, I withered it.

I’m in pain, I’ve melodies for my hurt

I’ve friends who color my winter.

All the time I have chased the traces

My conditions are inside the behavior

The fishing lines dangling in the crowd

I’m thinking about a teeter-totter

The fire and the rain are one ofter another.

• Artist:Adamlar
• Album:Dünya Günlükleri