Lyrics: But everything is not over yet... There is still hope There is nothing else to say, but there is hope Is this real? This is real... My eyes have witnessed curses and filled with tears And I wait, what did you wait for, I added minutes My wrists are bloody behind this short life Fatih Uslu makes the angels cry while holding a pen The paintings were invisible and my future holds me accountable My answer from my past is formless scenarios Did I have faith in love or did I have another chance? If there is a companion, there is sleep, a blanket, and a bed My heart was always dry, not even a single drop fell There was a face crying in the mirrors, it got stronger This blood pressure hides my dreams in my eyelids My restless laughter is forbidden in these streets My mornings were wasted because of my sleep This heart locked an old silver key I am a poet ascending with good news The muse in my brain wrote my name with jet black wings You are absent again, woman And all the burdens are on my shoulders again I am running away from the city lights So that the darkness won't disappear like my childhood You are absent again, woman I tremble like a mad poet You are a little bit in my pleadings My sentences are jet black, like this pure white paper ...and in my eyes, as jet black as my sentences Jet black, gaze is jet black I am a bullet hiding in my barrel, who has a gun Jet black, farewells are jet black Thousand damages behind false happiness I wanted to die today, unaware of my sins My inner self shattered, our love became a hostage Our souls trapped in horizons by this whiskey My past used to vomit blood, helpless for a long time It's difficult to lose and win in my past Maybe it's too late, but longing makes me run Blood would drip onto my temples, my eyes would become a dust cloud Beloved, who was an obstacle to my dreams I always talk about my past, my hands get swollen My lover would leave when I didn't have money My mind keeps thinking, also looking for the past In my mistakes that extinguished my dreams, I always go deep Some days, our hearts speak when the sun rises We have always seen those days in our dreams, always alone Days pass and there is no solution, we are alone with our wounds We feel and wait, directing our emotions Jet black, gaze is jet black I am a bullet hiding in my barrel, who has a gun Jet black, farewells are jet black Thousand damages behind false happiness
