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• the letting godan her dinleyisimde beni ayni dakikalara ve hislere tasiyan bir bonnie 'prince' billy sarkisi, bir nevli sesle cekilen fotograf benim icin. tarihi bir binanin terasindayim, mangal yaniyor, etrafta ellerinde et ve biralariyla dolanip gulusen insanlar, gunes batmak uzere, hafif bir ruzgar esiyor, o, elinde kamerayla yaklasiyor, "the only way i'm leaving here is curling up and die" diyorum, ama iki hafta sonra vizem bitiyor, hic de kivranmadan tipis tipis terk eyliyorum orayi. ama bu sarki nerede ve ne zaman calarsa calsin kendimi yine o terasta buluyorum.
  
  the lameness of an unborn child
  the tidiness of cry
  the only way i'm leaving here
  is curling up and die
  
  the way our shelter moves above
  controlled by just my hand
  insures the death you're dreaming of
  the drowning down of man
  
  o love, o love, o careless love
  i only want to lay with you
  my love, my love, my carefull love
  i've found the hard way love is true
  
  and always love the smiling one
  and rounding out will come
  with bitter bile and heartless fun
  and consciousness made numb
  
  and fearful hate that's steming out
  >from fear and only fear
  has made your inner croco shout
  and bring his victims here
  
  o love, o love, o careless love
  i only want to lay with you
  my love, my love, my carefull love
  i've found the hard way love is true
  
  a creature born in listlesness
  his hatred to become
  it's here his love is swollen in
  and consciousness made numb
  
  and relegate your youth and trust
  your table and your skin
  and share the love the godly must
  and hold it til the end
  
  o love, o love, o careless love
  i only want to lay with you
  my love, my love, my carefull love
  i've found the hard way love is true
  
  i only want to lay with you
  my love, my love, my carefull love
  i've found the hard way love is true