I don't have a watch.
I'm not sure.
A little, a little,
A little wine before . . .
How can it be that seasons don't go by?
Days, lives roll by.
I'm like a suitcase lost at the airport,
Or even an empty swimming pool in the fall.
Is it a great character flaw to still want to be happy?
Whatever, I'm worn out.
Today is my birthday.
I'm drunk and in mourning,
On a stool in a bar.
I'm the same age my father was when he died.
Today is my birthday.
Words swell in my mouth.
All the lives I have known
Are in a thousand pieces.
I have no energy; I'm still wrapped around my telephone.
As a last excuse,
All the women I've loved,
I've called them. I've left a message and hung up.
I'm one of those who can't manage to talk to whoever answers.
Today is my birthday.
I'm drunk and in mourning,
On a stool in a bar.
I'm the same age my father was when he died.
Today is my birthday.
Words swell in my mouth.
All the lives I have known
Are in a thousand pieces.
Today is my birthday.
I'm drunk and in mourning,
On a stool in a bar.
I'm the same age my father was when he died.
Today is my birthday.
Words swell in my mouth.
All the lives I have known
Are in a thousand pieces.
Are in a thousand pieces.
maluca
Sab, 25/10/2014 - 12:19
Grampa Wild Willy
Sab, 25/10/2014 - 12:31
I don't speak Turkish. I don't read Turkish. I can't recall ever having heard Turkish, other than to watch and listen to the video of this song. But there is a French translation of this song on the site and that's something I can deal with.
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Interesting music. It seems rather jaunty for such depressing subject matter. Also interesting that it is sung by a woman yet the words refer to phoning all the women he has loved. Or am I jumping to a conclusion that the character in the song is a man?
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This song reminds me of another song, although there is really not much similarity between the songs once you get past the title.