bugün
- fusya semsiyeli yabanci'nın gerçek kimliği42
- şemsiyeli benim10
- şemsiyeli olayının gerçek yüzünü açıklıyorum5
- ikizler burcu kadını olmak9
- kürtler asimile edilmelidir4
- herkesi seven insan9
- sözlüğe renk katan yazarlar hangi rengi katıyor23
- allah'ın yasakladığı cinsel ilişkiler10
- kadir inanır'ın kendi ailesine miras birakmaması5
- allah13
- suudi arabistan'a demokrasi gelmeli3
- hard sevmeyen bir kızı harda nasıl ikna edersiniz7
- et döner dürüm4
- hepimiz şemsiyeyiz2
- true nickli yazar15
- çok hastayım sözlük6
- ekşi sözlük5
- sarı poşet kudurtması15
- uludağ sözlüğün saçmalığı4
- götünden tanırım seni8
- pluviofil2
- erkeklerin bir kızda aradığı kriterler9
- sigara içmemenin çok sıkıcı olması2
- trt 22
- sürekli birilerine cevap yetiştirmek10
- sözlüğe renk katan yazarlar7
- sözlükte her gün bir yazarı şımartıyoruz25
- evliliği ayakta tutan güçler13
- introsuyla bizi bizden alan şarkılar2
- manisada okul saldırısı17
- kara şemsiyeli benim2
- tai lung12
- en çok ihanet eden burçlar7
- orta şeritte giderken selektör yapan kavat2
- her konuda bilgisi olanı ukala diyerek hor görmek6
- true'yi evlendiriyoruz3
- türkiye de muhalefet var mı10
- celal şengör'ün burç yorumu6
- afrikalılar gariban avrupa emperyalist yalanı17
- tas kafa traşlı hırt sorunu12
- ktç'nin şemsiyeli olması4
- iş hayatında takılan maskeler6
- the white buffalo2
- 22 eylül 2026 istanbul sağanak uyarısı3
- bik bik'in neden bu kadar tatlı olması7
- ai otomatik silme kalksın2
- siyaset üstü yazarlar9
- y o r u l d u m5
- kış geliyor6
- pkk lılar ermeni dölüdür deyince hırttıran hırt9
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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