Sal Sensizliğini Üstüme [English translation]

I know my life was to last here

My right, my left, my back, my front it's this much

I won't even have an address left

Nor will there be anyone to knock on my door

Lies are fed behind everyone who leaves

Don't ask where to

The end of the road has already come

Lonenliness is brewing

Within me day after day

I've grown sick of

Writing over water

After the one who has deserted me

Don't hold back, set your "depreviation of you" on me

I've grown used to taking the blame for uncomitted crimes

Don't hold back, set your "depreviation of you" on me

I have grown used to wearing down

Second hand words that are little used

• Artist:Gripin
• Album:M.S. 05.03.2010 - 2010