Tuesday, March 25, 2008

TEOMAN ( TURKISH POP ROCK )

Unfortunately the song is sad, but sounds so good.
I just understood hoscakal, though :(
Translation, if it is correct:

In a card fortune,
We predicted each other.
You were the beautiful Queen of Hearts,
And I the Jack of Clubs.
In the middle of the night that Thursday,
I ran into her on the bridge.
I told her not to cry, she cried
As she got off the handrail.
Is your hair wet, or is your existence wet? I asked.
For you, does the wind always come with rain?
Are you staring into space, or are you sick of these questions?
Does this autumn never leave your eyes?

Be a snowflake, fall onto the tip of my tongue.
A snowflake, melt in my mouth.

She was soaking wet, she took her clothes off.
She touched my body.
Among my rough skin,
She found the cells of life.
I was happy, she slept.
I hugged her while she talked in her sleep
Of names I did not know,
Next to me, in the nude.

Is your hair wet, or is your existence wet? I asked.
For you, does the wind always come with rain?
Are you staring into space, or are you sick of these questions?
Does this autumn never leave your eyes?


In my dream, I was proud. I said that I knew.
It turns out you had to believe these card fortunes.
I awoke, bewildered, all that was left of my fantasy
Was written by a fingerprint on the fog of the window,
"Goodbye."


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