Çek Silahını Daya Göğsüme [English translation]

pull your gun and aim at my chest

It's the suitable season for bullet

The world is turning backward

Giving me back my hopes.

I run the streets

Bored of all this fakeness

You cry with crocodiles (fake tears)

While I question my life.

pull your gun and aim at my chest

It's the suitable season for bullet

The world is turning backward

Giving me back my hopes.

A little to the right

A little yo the left

While I walk on my way

Be always by my side.

pull your gun and aim at my chest

It's the suitable season for bullet

The world is turning backward

Giving me back my hopes.

• Artist:Çağatay Akman