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- sarı poşet kudurtması6
- pkk lılar ermeni dölüdür deyince hırttıran hırt9
- manisada okul saldırısı16
- siyaset üstü yazarlar7
- mel mel abi dün neden bira içmeye gelmedin6
- true nickli yazar10
- berbere gidince söylenenler4
- kastamonu5
- hepinizi çok seviyorum lan gelin sarılıcam5
- sözlük yazarlarının kudurtan kombinleri9
- tas kafa traşlı hırt sorunu8
- husiler yüzünden gemilerin 15 gün gecikmesi8
- sözlüğümde siyaset istemiyorum kampanyası8
- türkiye bir kedi cumhuriyetine nasıl dönüştü8
- mel mel bakan gibson'ın tatlı dili7
- dünyanın en ölümcül terör örgütü hristiyan lra8
- yapay zekaya entry yazdırmak7
- sürekli birilerine cevap yetiştirmek5
- erkeklerin artık kadınların peşinden koşmaması7
- sarı torbadan rahatsız olan kürt7
- habire1223
- ingilizce bilmeyen birine fuck'u demek2
- atlet giymeyen insan6
- türkiye de muhalefet var mı4
- sözlükteki teroristler5
- alkolün beyne verdiği zararlar2
- z kuşağı7
- seri gizli artı oy veren melek4
- meloş samundari khazana curry yemeye gelmedin2
- türkiye medeni bi ülkeyse neden hristiyan yok29
- gocu bak bi7
- çok sıkıcısınız amk2
- hayatın güzel olması2
- her şeye neden diye sorma alışkanlığı4
- hırttırmak2
- çıplakken buzdolabının kapağını açmak4
- evliliği ayakta tutan güçler6
- husiler ve mekke ittifakı'nın ilk sınavı4
- türkler ile moğollar kardeştir18
- anın görüntüsü27
- kedi restaurantı2
- turgutlu da okul önünde silahlı saldırı2
- foşik törklörön liginde birinci amedspor17
- s'i l v'e r m'i s t'in kullandığı ucuz parfüm17
- oğuzhan koç'un seyirciyi azarlaması2
- afrikalılar gariban avrupa emperyalist yalanı12
- drew barrymore4
- atatürk diyor ki9
- musa anter10
Entropia albümünden slow pain of salvation şarkısı
when i was a little child, i once found a bird lying on the ground.
it would not ever fly again.
i held the bird up in my hands, i shed my tears over the lovely song that
not longer could be heard.
never learn to fly.
with dirty hands i dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
a wound in the tear stained mud.
my tears wore rain as i revealed the secrets of a tree.
a cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:
"never learn to fly"
i sang a song which i remembered my grandma used to sing
for me, when i was sick and laid in bed.
then i cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
for then i knew that all that lives turns cold. cold and dead.
and now time has passed by beneath my wings.
that was then i'm older now, but still i can't forget that rainy day.
i raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe
find the tree i cleansed of skin.
no chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
and when the time has come for me to die, i want to lie beside that bird.
never learn to fly.
when i was a little child, i once found myself dying on the ground
and now i'll never ... fly...
when i was a little child, i once found a bird lying on the ground.
it would not ever fly again.
i held the bird up in my hands, i shed my tears over the lovely song that
not longer could be heard.
never learn to fly.
with dirty hands i dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
a wound in the tear stained mud.
my tears wore rain as i revealed the secrets of a tree.
a cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:
"never learn to fly"
i sang a song which i remembered my grandma used to sing
for me, when i was sick and laid in bed.
then i cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
for then i knew that all that lives turns cold. cold and dead.
and now time has passed by beneath my wings.
that was then i'm older now, but still i can't forget that rainy day.
i raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe
find the tree i cleansed of skin.
no chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
and when the time has come for me to die, i want to lie beside that bird.
never learn to fly.
when i was a little child, i once found myself dying on the ground
and now i'll never ... fly...
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