bosver benimuhim degilimbu onun hikayesicok beyazdi, kir tutardiomru kelebek kadardimektuplari sisedeykenbir de bakmis deniz yokmustek basina dans ederkenmutsuzluktan sarhosmusdaha onyediymis.oyundan kalkmak isterkenkagitlar dagitilmisbu hava boslugundaartik her sey satilikmistrafikte akmayanhep onun seridiykensoyledigi son sarkielveda zalim dunyaymisdaha on yediymis
Forget meI'm not importantIt's her storyShe was so white(it means pure,innocent,sinless) , she became dirtyHer existence likes a butterfly's lifetimeWhen her letters was in a bottleShe looked and there isn't a seaShe was drunk because of unhappinessShe was only seventeenWhen she wants to get out of the gameCards were handed outIn this turbulenceEverything was sale anymoreIt was always her strip which is not run in the trafficHer last song wasGoodbye cruel worldShe was only seventeen...