bugün
- hurafe dolu islam vs kur an islam ı6
- ben uyuyorum ulan var mı3
- meme çapını ölçmek4
- bütün gün topladığın gazı gece yatakta çıkarmak3
- sevişirken video çekmek4
- en son aldığınız iltifat9
- yunanistan24
- bik bik'in mutfağına konuk olmak27
- evli bir kadın neden süslenir3
- dekolteye bakar mısınız15
- daş göprü sarmsağ geldih4
- hayvan gibi acı salça yemek6
- mazot2
- katatespizartmasinın mutfağına konuk olmak30
- 80 dogumlu olmak2
- fake hesap kullanan yazarlar uçurulsun5
- irmik helvası vs un helvası18
- aşka düşmek4
- başkalarına haset etmeye başlamanın dönüşü yok2
- gays for gaza3
- üşüyen erkek13
- istanbul da tutuklu chp'li başkan sayısı 162
- sifonu çekince gitmeyen bok3
- hayat her şeye rağmen güzel insanı4
- gotcu jeans2
- özgür özel2
- adalet ve kalkınma partisi2
- japonya23
- 2026 temmuz ayı nasıl geçti16
- memati baş2
- gocu12
- ofisteki kadınların yazın dekolte işini abartması17
- sözlükte hep zenginlere göre içerik üretiliyor6
- zenginlik hayatı3
- erkelerin ayak bileğini gösterme çabadı10
- sözlük erkeklerinin helvaları11
- macar pasaportuyla 184 ülkenin vizesiz gezilmesi12
- sözlükte güzel ve eğlenceli kızların çaylak olması12
- bizim derdimiz kimseyle uğraşmak değil2
- en çaresiz hissettiğinde kime gidersin19
- fırın poşetinde tavuk patates4
- erleg han3
- neyse arkadaşlar3
- aylık 416 bin lira iyi para mıdır sorunsalı3
- domdomusa'nın çaylağının açılması gerekliliği3
- kızlar çaylak yapılmasın kampanyası11
- bik bikle yemek yapmak10
- adanalı ateist10
- ketçap aromalı ruffles10
- rammstein'ı ram markası sanmak3
rotting christ'in aealo albümünün kapanış şarkısı. it oğulları bu şarkıda türklere nefret kusuyorlar. mükemmel şarkı yapmışlar yavşaklar. diamanda galas şıllığı sikip bırakmış. böyle şarkı yapılır mı lan?
the world is going up in flames
the world is going up in flames
the world is going up in flames
the world is going up in flames
but these flames are not new
to our dead
our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
our dead prayed to our infidelite god in those falmes
our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
in those flames
the world is going up in flames
our dead clawed their children close in
the world is going up in flames
our dead watched their daughters
16 times
raped and beaten
in the still-burning of those flames
our dead watched an ax remove their
mother’s skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of those flames
our dead watched while chrysotomos
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
of those flames
our dead watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
“the world is going up in flames”
our dead gave birth to turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy.
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
the world which is going up in flames
our dead were dragged in marches
through the desert sun
for weeks until the sun burned out their lungs
and when the desert sun which was burning them like flames
ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer
lord god have mercy lord upon our souls!
they saw the world is going up in flames
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
“giaouri, infideli:
our god has chosen you to die”
and now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
this is my grave, my holy bed
you cannot take it
you can not erase my name
you can not erase our dead
you cannot erase the dead
because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,
to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father’s name, the sweetness
of their mother’s eyes
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
and forevermore
we’ll see you when the desert meets the sky
but do not forget my name
and so these were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the
second
granted to the infidel
since an infidelite hell
should not require a prayer
should not require a silent moment
and now the infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand :
advance into a paradise of dead memories,
of living death, the old folks home
of catatonia
of madness
and despair.
“do not ask me for the number of that grave:
it has been stolen.”
“what is this love for bones and dirt?
put this ancient thing behind you, infidelite
you have no claim to god
you have no claim to peace
you have no claim to joy
you have no claim
you have no claim
you have no claim
giavouri!!!!
remember just how lucky, sperm of satan,
that you are:
to even be
alive.
now!
here!
across the sea!
giavour!
you have no god.
a man without a god
can not be burned alive
he never was alive,
not as a man, giavour,
but as a dog.”
[pause]
but i have orders from the dead
that warn me:
“do not forget me:
my blood will fill the air you breathe
forever.”
“my deathbird is not dead
he carries all my teeth:
my smile of unforgetfulness,
my laugh!
vrykolaka!
i am the man unburied
who cannot sleep
in forty pieces!!!!!
i am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,
i am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and will never rest
until
my death is written
in a rock that can
not be
broken!”
and these are the orders
from the dead.
mına koduklarım.
the world is going up in flames
the world is going up in flames
the world is going up in flames
the world is going up in flames
but these flames are not new
to our dead
our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
our dead prayed to our infidelite god in those falmes
our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
in those flames
the world is going up in flames
our dead clawed their children close in
the world is going up in flames
our dead watched their daughters
16 times
raped and beaten
in the still-burning of those flames
our dead watched an ax remove their
mother’s skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of those flames
our dead watched while chrysotomos
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
of those flames
our dead watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
“the world is going up in flames”
our dead gave birth to turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy.
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
the world which is going up in flames
our dead were dragged in marches
through the desert sun
for weeks until the sun burned out their lungs
and when the desert sun which was burning them like flames
ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer
lord god have mercy lord upon our souls!
they saw the world is going up in flames
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
“giaouri, infideli:
our god has chosen you to die”
and now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
this is my grave, my holy bed
you cannot take it
you can not erase my name
you can not erase our dead
you cannot erase the dead
because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,
to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father’s name, the sweetness
of their mother’s eyes
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
and forevermore
we’ll see you when the desert meets the sky
but do not forget my name
and so these were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the
second
granted to the infidel
since an infidelite hell
should not require a prayer
should not require a silent moment
and now the infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand :
advance into a paradise of dead memories,
of living death, the old folks home
of catatonia
of madness
and despair.
“do not ask me for the number of that grave:
it has been stolen.”
“what is this love for bones and dirt?
put this ancient thing behind you, infidelite
you have no claim to god
you have no claim to peace
you have no claim to joy
you have no claim
you have no claim
you have no claim
giavouri!!!!
remember just how lucky, sperm of satan,
that you are:
to even be
alive.
now!
here!
across the sea!
giavour!
you have no god.
a man without a god
can not be burned alive
he never was alive,
not as a man, giavour,
but as a dog.”
[pause]
but i have orders from the dead
that warn me:
“do not forget me:
my blood will fill the air you breathe
forever.”
“my deathbird is not dead
he carries all my teeth:
my smile of unforgetfulness,
my laugh!
vrykolaka!
i am the man unburied
who cannot sleep
in forty pieces!!!!!
i am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,
i am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and will never rest
until
my death is written
in a rock that can
not be
broken!”
and these are the orders
from the dead.
mına koduklarım.
diamanda gallas'ın yunan olup da yunan aksanı olmadığını anlamamızı sağlamış şarkıdır. Yunanlar anlayamıyor yunanca kısımları, helal olsun.
müzikalite bakımından on üzerinden yüz alabilecek bir ağıt. böyle bir şarkı kolay kolay yapılmaz, ama şarkı 1922 izmir katliamını anlatıyor ve türklere nefret kusuyor.
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