RAKILI LIVE Ozbi & Gülce Duru '' I'm Yanmed For The Olmazlara '' http://geni.us/halkedebiyati / ozbimusic / ozbimusic / ozbimusic http://www.ozbimuzik.com https://itunes.apple.com/album/halk-e... https://www.ttnetmuzik.com.tr/#/album... http://www.amazon.com/Ey-stanbul/dp/B... Lyrics : Ozbi (Onur Dursun) Music : Ozbi (Onur Dursun) & Gülce Duru Arrangement : Ozbi, Enver Muhammedi, Umut Ünleyen,İlke Kızmaz,Ufuk Alkan Mix : Ozbi & Utku Okutan Mastering : Çağan Tunalı ( Noiseist ) Bass : Enver Muhammedi Guitar : Ufuk Alkan Keyboard : Umut Ünleyen Drums : İlke Kızmaz Recording : Utku Okutan, Can Göleli ( Cassette Technical Production ) Project Design & Director: Onur Dursun ( Ozbi ) Director of Photography: Ogün Akgül & Buket Aydoğdu Color : Ogün Akgül Performance video Recording: Doğukan Çetin, Atakan Çetin, Hakkı Serkan Çapa Project Design: Onur Dursun ( Ozbi ) & LABU Thanks to Eylül Dursun, İlayda Akdoğan, Ayşen Demircan, Zeynep Kızılgedik, Hazal Kara and Asteros Film for their contributions... -----I BURNED FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE------ Cold evenings' intention of fate is life The heart's watch of sorrow for muffled tomorrows. The heart asks for an account from a rain, a drowsiness, finds mud, searches for the day... The accused feelings steal black ointment every moment, what is happening? I get used to it, who interferes? - A fool, what is happening? A cloud is not a white hope. Which mourning, which grudge, which you, which religion, saying it is impossible? I burned for the impossible today. Today, only I and you remain. Look, the road goes on, the end comes again by mistake, I write momentarily with being alone. Does the world turn with impudence, does the bottomless dream leak with every shallowness? The unlucky lots are drawn a lot, drunkenness runs out, all the emptiness screams. Unpleasant things are done, is it shameful unpleasant things? According to whom is it unpleasant, man! There is shit. You know there is a lot of poverty, but there are a lot of rich people. I mean there is a lot of shit… Before I can say according to whom, those who ask why we enter our homes at night, couldn't stop cursing everyone who judges. Those who label love could never love us, Those who pump up fear. What do you care about our disgrace to the day? We drink, who cares! Should I not live just for it to exist, huh! Think whether you're crazy or something, whether you're a saint or something, whether you're backward or just shut up and go home! This youth comes to you contentedly, they trust their heart and their pen. You say no, I'll come and spit on the police siren, you say no, you'll come again and shoot your brakes! The world is buried in a sea of ​​​​trouble, we haven't leaned a scream on our voice, we always thought of seeing our mark, we didn't pretend to be artists in our dreams. Our excitement always made our knees bleed, we never compared our strength to you. We gifted our essence to moments, we didn't hide the paths we found... The road is closed again, it got muddy again, why are we muddy with wounds. Don't be mad at my cigarette, don't be mad at me... A sparrow flew off my left shoulder with wounds. Don't be mad at me, my wing is me... Don't be mad at me! I'm like a word in the heart, an ember in the liver, an eye in an oath, like essence in your moment, sometimes I'm like a machine gun in a brave man. Sometimes I'm like a plain, sometimes I'm like a smiling face, like autumn. Sometimes I'm a folk song, sometimes I'm a slave, I'm like black and blues... Don't be mad at me! Yes, sometimes I'm an ox but I'm a thorn in the side of sultans, I'm quite a luxury in the coward. I'm completely crazy, I'm like a hallucination, I'm like a campus to faculty, a cactus to assholes, hug me, I'm like papyrus... Don't be mad at me! I'm not winter, I'm like summer. I'm not little, I'm like frost, I'm a disease. A little like jazz, but like a lute. Sometimes I'm an acceptable plank, of course I'm classy to cucumber. I'm not a substitute, I'm always ace, sometimes I'm like a torn muscle... Don't be mad at me! I'm like a device that beats emotions like a hilti to those nailed to taboos, I'm like a burning pleasure, I'm like a sermon you never get bored of. I'm like an objection, I'm like an inheritance, I'm like the mourning you couldn't hold when you were young, I'm like a doormat to a child's laughter, I'm like a conspiracy to the impossible... The road is closed again, it's muddy again, why are we muddy with wounds. My cigarette, don't be mad at me... A sparrow flew off my left shoulder with wounds. My wing, don't be mad at me... I burned for the impossible today. It's just me and you left today.