Lehmaç In the Sky With Acı Hakkı Blouyd

Picture yourself on a düğün on a otopark
With yazılı trucks and Tofaş cars
Somebody calls you, you slap him quite hasty;
A man with lots lots lots of hair

Telephone powers of police and zabıta
Coming over your düğün;
Look for the man with the meze in his eyes
And he’s dead

Lehmaç in the sky with acı!
Lehmaç in the sky with acı!
Lehmaç in the sky with acı!
Ah...

Follow him down to a bridge by a çıkmaz
Where halayin' eşşek people eat şiş kebaps, wines
Everyone smiles as you drift past the ustas
That şalgam is incredible high

Newspaper Sözcüs appеar on the shore
Waiting to wrap over şalgam
Climb in thе back with your head in the clouds
And you’re gone

Lehmaç in the sky with acı!
Lehmaç in the sky with acı!
Lehmaç in the sky with acı!
Ah...