ILHAN, Attila


You are a must for me

you are a must for me, you never know

i keep your name in my mind as a nail

your eyes getting more bigger as they get bigger

you are a must for me, you never know

i am heating inside of me with you

Trees are getting ready for autumn

this city is that old Istanbul?

clouds are torn aparts in darkness

street lights are immediately flashing

over sidewalks, the smell of rain

you are a must for me, you are absent

to love is sometimes a rather disgraceful fear

man gets tired all of a sudden in an evening

captive, with living over straight razor

sometime, breaks his hands, his passion

takes out a few lives in his lifetime

whichever door he knocks sometimes

behind him, whistle of the naught silence of loneliness

a poor gramphon plays in Fatih

from ancient times a Cuma* plays

standing in the corner, i would listen non-stop

i would bring an untouched sky to you

weeks are crumbled in my hands

what shall i do, what shall i hold on, where shall i go

you are a must for me, you are absent

maybe you are blue dotted child in june

Ah noone knows you, noone knows

a ship leaks from your deserted eyes

maybe you are taking an aeroplane in Yesilkoy

wholly got wet, your hair shudder

maybe you are blind, broken, in a hurry

Bad winds are carrying away your hair

whenever i think of living a life

maybe hard in this wolves table..

without a shame, though without getting our hands dirty

whenever i think of living a life

i start with your name, with saying Silence

your secret seas are moving inside of me

No, it wont happen in other ways

you are a must for me, you never know...