Islah [Transliteration]

[Verse 1: Muşta]

When darkness falls, you won't have a place to run

When the death comes and looks into your eyes, the sun won't rise again

Crazy goes crazy, the variable changes

People thrive: push, make love, multiply; does not produce, consumes

They devour you

They wear, drink, travel and pollute, their management is wrong

If they look and push and harass, what they believe is different (God)

I came to the ground, to the ground, to dig these days, I swear

I have minor sins, please forgive me God

I painted the walls of my cell to dark, come here

You cannot escape your sins, son of Adam

They don't know this, they don't see the end

You live like you won't die like a goddamn devil

Fresh fate, funny

Living invertebrates and boasting like Mülcem who shot Ali in the back (father)

[Chorus: Muşta]

God, please help me

These people about to drive crazy

Take me with you, or condemn me

People are killing their sibling

God, please correct me

These people got used to lying

Take me with you or destroy me

These people are breaking the order

[Verse 2: Şehinşah]

My tired creature, I have become fucked up

My damn became prisoner at last

Gaps stretch out into the endless courtyard

I am tired of the difficult conditions, the game, Muşta

I have no fear but I am quite guilty

I'm ashamed because I owe the wolf and the bird

I'm touring the ward, I'm saving from annihilation with depression 'amulet, pray

What is God's plan about me?

Heaven or Hell?

Is our fate to escape? Income has come before me

Everything is destroyed

I beg you at least come to my rescue

My Atlas, my universe

Perverted humanity (ey!)

Humanity, who has disoriented God, is not a good sign

I'm looking for a natural randomness, a glorious idleness

I live in one of the millions of stars

I only have talent

My name is hard to read, I smell weed

I'm breathing cinders, my negative dreams

Meanwhile my prophecy is polling

I don't dare to do it

Eeey!

[Chorus: Muşta]

God, please help me

These people about to drive crazy

Take me with you, or condemn me

People are killing their sibling

God, please correct me

These people got used to lying

Take me with you or destroy me

These people are breaking the order

• Artist:Muşta