bugün
- iltica ve mel'in birlikte sunduğu radyo programı11
- mezut barzani nin yahudi olması19
- bir gün herkes ak partili olacak7
- ak partinin chp'ye diz çöktürmesi8
- arkadaşlar şifalandım10
- ak parti'nin cemil tugay paylaşımı20
- rahmetli ekrem imamoğlu4
- çocuğa israil diye isim koymak17
- kadir mısıroğlu fan clup8
- 7 ekim 2026 cemil tugay'ın akp'ye katılması5
- kahveleri gezerek tebliğ yapanlar9
- allah varsa nerede6
- fatma betül sayan kaya37
- dindar geçinip zina yapan erkek8
- bursa da kadın katiline sosyal medya ilgisi12
- ceset başlığı niye hala yerinde8
- fatma betül sayan kaya'nın ifadeye çağrılması2
- sosyal çürüme2
- bugünleri de mi görecektik3
- scarlett johansson4
- izmir'li kızlara başörtüsü dikmek3
- arkadaşlar bugün diyetimi iptal edebilir miyim5
- sözlük radyosu yayın yapsın4
- ak partili ahlakı14
- meksika açmazı macerası11
- mekke anlaşması4
- ceset sikmek11
- hastayken bile cinsellik düşünmek4
- akp kazandı5
- hastane kuyruğunda sefer tasıyla beklenen yıllar2
- yok çok sevişmenin hiç zararı yok2
- belediye başkanı çalmak5
- kırmızı tuborg içerken dağdan aşağı yuvarlanmak8
- ilişkilerde 10 yaş fark7
- mekap giyen kız3
- recep tayyip erdoğan11
- arkadaşlar linçleyecekseniz gideyim ben3
- üst akıl2
- dünyanın en tehlikeli cümlesi7
- atatürk'ü sevmeyen chp genel başkanı2
- balim3
- iltica43
- feslinin amerikan kuklası halife hayali3
- silivri'yi yıkmak3
- 3 ekim 2026 turan tovuz fenerbahçe maçı3
- ölü sevicilerle aynı sözlükte yazmak5
- gammazlar göreve6
- sabahları sevilen şeyler6
- şehit aileleri3
- mehmetcik uzerinden kanli siyaset4
marillion'un 1983'te çıkardığı muhteşem bir albüm, aynı zamanda albümün muhteşem olan açılış şarkısı.
sözleri de şu şekildedir
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
one more experience, one more entry in a diary, self penned
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts
too much, too soon, too far, to go,
too late to play, the game is over.
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts the game is over
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
i'm losing on the swings, i'm lossing
on the roundabouts, the game is over
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
the game is over.
i act the role in classic style of
a martyr carved with a twisted smile
to bleed the lyric for this song
to write the rites to right my wrongs
an epitaph to a broken dream to
exorcise this silent scream
a scream that's borne from sorrow.
i never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow
no sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
promised wedding now a wake
the fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
as you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince
and found your frog, remember the jester that showed
you tears, the script for tears.
so i'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
in the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's
song has gone solo in the game i've gone solo in the game
but the game is over
can you still say you love me can you still say you love me
can you still say that you love me.
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
one more experience, one more entry in a diary, self penned
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts
too much, too soon, too far, to go,
too late to play, the game is over.
so here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
i'm losing on the swings, i'm losing on the roundabouts the game is over
yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
i'm losing on the swings, i'm lossing
on the roundabouts, the game is over
too late to say i love you, too late to restage the play
the game is over.
i act the role in classic style of
a martyr carved with a twisted smile
to bleed the lyric for this song
to write the rites to right my wrongs
an epitaph to a broken dream to
exorcise this silent scream
a scream that's borne from sorrow.
i never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow
no sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
promised wedding now a wake
the fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
as you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince
and found your frog, remember the jester that showed
you tears, the script for tears.
so i'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
in the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's
song has gone solo in the game i've gone solo in the game
but the game is over
can you still say you love me can you still say you love me
can you still say that you love me.
game is over diye bağırırken baba, tüylerimizi diken diken eden şarkıdır.
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