İkra – Adım İkra

İkra – Adım İkra Lyrics

Artist: İkra
Song: Adım İkra

Herkesin bi’ hikâyesi vardır
Herkesin bi’ hikâyesi vardır
Biraz ikna olmak istesen de dönmem bir daha
Yalnızların varına, günah evleriydi dikta

Yıkıntılarını kartonlara istifle, bantla
Hayatıma asılmayan bulantı, pislik her ebatta
Tomurcuklu terler atmak, kalmak derdi katlar
Fuhuş yapılan evde horla, hangi katta?

Gözümü ısıran parkeler hiç yabancı değil
Gerçeklerle seviştiğimiz için “yalancı” deyin
Sen görürsün; güldürüp, güldürüp, öldürürsün
Donuk bakar, si-sigaranı bi’ tuhaf söndürürsün

Gölge yapma, bi’ daha dilime dolanma
Hikâyeler palavra, masallar var hâlâ
Yazım güzümden oldu
Kaş yaparken göz çıkarmak, bibine kadar batmak benim yüzümden oldu

Herkesin bi’ hikâyesi vardır
Herkesin bi’ hikâyesi vardır
Daha da adımı sorma, bilmek istemiyorum nedense
Alev drajeli kurbağalar dönüşmez prense

Duvara yumruk, tablolarım pek de güzelmiş
Yüzüne güleceğim illa, şansım yaver giderse
Kayıtların rengi yoktur, gören miyoptur
Habire canımı sıkma, zor bela direndi yokluk

Uzak yol bul, ayaklarına komutlar saydır
Kuru kalabalıktan kurtul, onlar yerinde saydı
Üçkâğıtçı ahbaplarını yarıda bıraktı
Kazaya kurban gitti, oysa sağına soluna baktı

Hızlı yanardağların üstüne soğuk kan aktı
Çürük kanatlı, kalbinden vuruldu her atlı
Tükenmişliğin şiiri olmaz, diyelim oldu
Teneke bakışlı adamların ucuz bi’ evi oldu

Ederi yoktu; huzurdan çok, gideri oldu
Çünkü kemikten dert yanan insanlar deriden oldu
Herkesin bi’ hikâyesi vardır
Herkesin bi’ hikâyesi vardır
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Adım İkra Lyrics – English Translation

Everyone has a story
Everyone has a story
If you want to be a little convinced, I won’t come back again
It was a sin houses for the lonely dictatorship

Stack the ruins to the cartons, tape
Nausea, dirt that is not hung in my life is in every size
Sweats with buds, throwing, staying
Horla at home where prostitution, on which floor?

Parquets that bite my eyes are not stranger at all
Say “liar” for we have sex with the facts
You’ll see; You make you laugh, make you laugh and kill
He looks dull, you’ll put out the si-siragarani strange

Shadow, don’t wrap into my tongue more
Stories Praschwa, Tales still have
My spelling was from my fall
It was because of my face

Everyone has a story
Everyone has a story
Don’t ask my name even more, I don’t want to know for some reason
Flame Drajeli frogs do not turn into prince

Fist on the wall, my paintings are very beautiful
I will laugh at your face, if my luck goes down
There is no color of records, it is myopia
Don’t bother me, it’s hard to trouble.

Find the distant road, count commands to your feet
Get rid of the dry crowd, they counted in place
Trikâğıtçı left his dude
The victim went to the accident, but he looked to his left

Cold blood flows on the fast volcanoes
With rotten wing, every horse was shot in the heart
Burnout is not a poem, let’s say it was
Tin -looking guys became a cheap house

There was no essence; more than peace, it was expense
Because people who were troubled by the bone were from the skin
Everyone has a story
Everyone has a story
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İkra Lyrics – Adım İkra

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Release Year: 2018