Why can't I get what I want
All of my life, just a smoking gun
Black looming headlights coming up the hill
I bet I'd run if I had the will to carry on
Oq yollarim qora buldu
(my white roads have become black)
Bulbul ovozini eshita olmiyman
(I cannot hear the voice of the nightingale)
Black looming headlights grinding up my bones
Red fading tail-lights have freed up my soul
to carry on
