Album:
10
Originele teksten
Turks
Vertaling
Engels
Yolla
Send It
Wasn't it a promise then
You were to laugh at my face?
What a shame, you tripped me up again
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Keeping my feelings bottled up, I will take fire finally
Ah, ah, ah, ah, aha
As times go, I will go off the rails3
Send it, send it, my fate, send it
Send the pain to me
At some point
As though I'm the father of suffering
Hit me, do not mention it, hit me
Hit the one having fallen as well
At some point
As if I have the patience of a saint4
Send it, send it, my fate, send it
Send the pain to me
At some point
As though I'm the father of suffering
Hit me, do not mention it, hit me
Hit the one having fallen as well
At some point
As if I have the patience of a saint
Ultimately, I am a human with feelings
Grab my hands, my hope is on the brink of the abyss
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah keeping my feelings bottled up, I will take fire finally
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, as times go, I will go off the rails
Oh my dear mournful heart
Could not ever see daylight
It is a toy in the fate's hand sadly
It could not ever know its felicity
Geplaatst om te voldoen aan het verzoek van
İsmail Gürkan .
İsmail Gürkan .
Give a shoutout to sonofneptune
Toelichting van de vertaler:
-The word "ya" in the song is used to emphasize "hit", which is "vur"










