Текст песни Zakkum - Anason 2013
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Anason Dokunsalar ağlayacaksın ama hiç dokunmuyorlar Bi çare bakan gözlerin bırak kanasın, gücüne gitsin şarkılar Anason kokarken sofralar yaşlandırıyor seni aynalar Her geçen yıl birer birer masadan eksiliyor dostlar Aklın ilk göz ağrısında hatırlıyor mu hala seni dikiş tutmayan bu büyük yara bazı geceler kanıyor hala Anason kokarken sofralar yaşlandırıyor seni aynalar Her geçen yıl birer birer masadan eksiliyor dostlar Sessizce aktı gitti yıllar seni hiç uyandırmadan ve bir sabah uyandığında kalmışsın tek başına... Anise If they touch, you will cry But they never touch Your eyes looking helplessly Let it bleed Let the songs hurt you While the tables smell of anise Mirrors make you older Every passed year one by one Friends leave from the tables Your mind is on your first love Does she still remember you This big wound which never closed Still bleeds at nights While the tables smell of anise Mirrors make you older Every passed year one by one Friends leave from the tables Silently the years have passed Without ever waking you up And one morning when you do You would have been left all alone Смотрите также:
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anise
Tactile gonna cry
but do not ever touch
Bi -facing eyes remedy
Leave should bleed ,
You're going to force songs
The table smelling of anise
is an aging mirrors you
With each passing year, one at a time
s missing from the table friends
In your mind 's firstborn
Do you still remember
This large wound suture retention
some nights still bleeding
The table smelling of anise
is an aging mirrors you
With each passing year, one at a time
s missing from the table friends
Went quietly flowed years
arousing to you
When she woke up one morning and
You've been alone ...
Anise
If they touch, you will cry
But they never touch
Your eyes helplessly looking
Let it bleed
Let the songs hurt you
While the smell of anise tables
Mirrors will make you old
Every year passed one by one
Friends leave from the tables
Your mind is on your first love
Does she still remember you
This big wound which never closed
Still bleeds at nights
While the smell of anise tables
Mirrors will make you old
Every year passed one by one
Friends leave from the tables
Silently the years have passed
Without ever waking you up
And when you do one morning
You would have been left all alone
