bugün
- yazar fake mi diye arkadaşlarına mesaj atmak18
- bir bela geliyor9
- fransa6
- sözlük yazarlarının seksi kombinleri17
- izmir'in mis gibi kokması10
- eski sevgilisine dönenlerden tavsiyeler9
- müslüman ülkelerde ahlaksızlık neden yaygın5
- dudak dolgusu yaptıran kadınların ördeğe dönüşmesi10
- fransada büyük iç savaş çıkarsa olacaklar4
- aslan burcu erkeği aslan burcu kadını ilişkisi6
- denize düşsen nervio'ya mı sarılırsın bik bik'e mi7
- özelden alet fotosu atan erkek yazar7
- yüksek enflasyon3
- salat namaz değildir12
- fall 22
- eski sevgiliye dönmek mantıklı mı sorunsalı4
- kaslı erkeklerin çükü kısa olur4
- arkadaşlar çüş6
- sabahları sevilen şeyler7
- the odyssey2
- tombik döner dünyanın en iyi sandviçi5
- meksika açmazı macerası15
- okul saldırısı7
- cemil tugay7
- izmir in fethi3
- bir gün herkes ak partili olacak14
- fon vurgunu akpli seçmene nasıl anlatılıyor5
- tekrar izlenebilecek diziler4
- kuran allah kelamı olarak ezeli mi5
- enayimiknatisi9
- anın görüntüsü31
- bu durumda ne yapardınız9
- izmire ilk hizmetin 30 sene sonra ulaşması9
- izmir lağım gibi kokuyor diyen muhalif3
- iş yerinde sadece işle meşgul olup defolup gitmek6
- beni parayla değil ama kadınla kandırabilirsiniz2
- mezut barzani nin yahudi olması18
- arkadaşlar aranızda zengin varsa bana yazsın3
- iranlı kızlar4
- ebgh'a hakaret edenler3
- iltica ve mel'in birlikte sunduğu radyo programı14
- yok çok sevişmenin hiç zararı yok11
- çağatay güç2
- silkmeye çalışan erkek ilgisi3
- 40 yaşında bekar erkek5
- televole kültürünün dilimize kazandırdığı terimler9
- akp'nin izmire yatırım yapmaması2
- game of thrones taki kerhaneci24
- cemil tugay'ın ak parti'ye katılması2
- çocuğa israil diye isim koymak17
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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