Alif Zey - G.O.M.B
текст песни

You are a marks man 

You shoot your shot 

Thought I'm resistant 

But i am lost

You're not my type man

Get off my back

You won't let me thriving 

I'm under attack

Get off my back
Get off my back

Önümüz set

Oynatıldık resmen

Yükümüz leş

We ain't your chessman

Yolumu kesme 

Freedom of press 

Don't lift your weapons 


cim somewhere else
cim somewhere else



SHOES IN THE HcLL

SOME HcVE SURVIVED 

SHOES ON c WcLL 

OTHERS HcVE DIED

New plea in law!

Where could we hide? 

Shoes on a wall

Many have died

SHOES IN THE HcLL

SOME HcVE SURVIVED 

SHOES ON c WcLL 

OTHERS HcVE DIED

New plea in law!

Where could we hide? 

Shoes on a wall

Many have died


He is a huntsman 

He is my foe

I can not fight him 

I'm kept on the low

He breaks my weapons
He is digging deep

He must be the cryptonite whipping me



Infatuation, it's a disease

cnd I am shaking, I beg you, release,

him from me, Cupid,

I hope I am sick

It's Out of the question that I may slip

Şuurumda Sudâ 

Gönlümde Tuba 

İçimdeki nizaya

Hak mıdır şifa?

Halim zil zurna 

Hasretim ruha 

Çaresi duaysa 

İmdatmı hüdâ?

(..)

Women have died