Yansın Bakalım [English translation]

you were like, crazy, everytime

you always have to be different and special

if it exists it exists, and if not, it doesnt

thats how you ruined your reputation

neither you helped yourself

nor you gave me a little piece of peace

whatever case you are

you made me sick

now you'll open a bottle

and drink to the past

and when you start to get drunk

unconsciously, crying, joy

take it, thats what your actions cost

take it, here's the price of what I've been through

to your mouth, the hottest red pepper

I should put, and let your tongue burn*

here's the boss of privilege

and here's the henna, you can gloat**

(some curse here which is meaningless out of turkish)

this it the heart and it landed on you,***

there's nothing to do

it's not you're compeletely wrong

if they dont poke you, you wont come to yourself

it's what the system does, it sells images

at the end even you cant be able to know yourself

it's clear why did you do what you've done

I shouldnt be angry with you

but I cant handle it if I stay

tribunes made you mad****

• Artist:Gülben Ergen
• Album:Yansın Bakalım