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This stuff is too hard Clover — Bülent Ortaçgil
This stuff is hard, too hard Clover
For when one forgets to laugh
Feelings get locked up in stony hearts
When gates don’t open
This stuff is hard, too hard Clover
For when we don’t want it
The one to shout loudest gets counted [+]
When people don’t hear [*]
This stuff is hard Clover
For people stay in place for several days
Without asking any questions (x2)
This stuff is hard, too hard Clover
For when one is unable to love
Spring comes and goes unnoticed
When people don’t see
This stuff is hard, too hard Clover
For when we don’t hear
One hand gets into everyone’s pockets
When people don’t care
This stuff is hard Clover
For people stay in place for several months
Without asking any questions (x2)
This stuff is too hard Clover
For people stay in place for several years
Without asking any questions (x3)
Will you play with me — Bülent Ortaçgil
If I were water, if I were fire
If I were the sun in the sky
If I wouldn’t talk, be a rock
Would you still play with me
If I were in silence, be a flaw
If I were the curse in one’s mouth
If I were born as a captive
Would you still play with me
If I wouldn’t be counted, be how many
If I were the power in the soil
If I were a guilt like a dummy
Would you still play with me
Will you play with me
Will you play with me
Little Things — Bülent Ortaçgil
It’s all little things that wear us out
Little things that shy us away
It’s all little things, little things that pit us against
Little things that reconcile us
Little things, all are littlest things
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
It’s all short moments, blisses
It’s a hallucination to imagine it to be long
It’s all short moments that we decide
And then that we ruminate as to why for days
Short moments, all are shortest moments
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
All great dreams, all great dreams that we pursue
And then that we get lost as to where we are
All great dreams that I cannot hold in my hand
That I have never seen, never went through
Great dreams, all are littlest things
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
It’s all little things that make us fight
Little things that make us agree
It’s all little things that I love you
Little things that I hurt you
Little things, all are smallest things
That orient, that please, that preoccupy us
