Those roads are witnessed how much I lov ...

It tells you to the old radio frequencies that tell you that quiet whisper increasing day by day
Again, one afternoon and again rises waves without ignoring the roads
There are no desperate situations, there are desperate people.
I am looking for my eyes in the derelict city that is not certain
Big mistakes knock on my door and run away
The boy in me is lost to me, this is my relative.
And the tampering of my mind yesterday and today's incredible acidic loneliness
My childhood memories on the walls
The day appeared in my eyes when I could not have the opportunity to swallow in a moment
Next night, I will give up on the night as if you say
My time flows like an aged wine is far beyond your absence
The saints of the wind wipe the leaves and sweep
But he does not resting in my head, he gnows my brain
Waiting for a long time to wait for a long time
Thinking in this bottomlessness as if you were not there
It brings with it the impossibilities, Hazan seasons
It doesn't hurt, those hard rain drops that hit my face
As if it were influenced by narcosis, my whole body
Wherever you hold it, everything is like a end to death
The figuratives would always appear to come to the scenes of history.
Each bullet that is deceived, spent is stuck in those silent screams
Social taboos and degeneration shines from crowded streets
Awareness and humanity are gradually decreasing in this damn century
We lost and ordered the years without making you a blessing
Your poverty, deprivation, deprivation, which increases day by day
As if you were a cup of clean water, the tears of the African child
I'm walking but I can't find you
Those roads are witnessed how much I love you ...