bir lokma bir hirka
Boy, keep your stories close to your chest
To your chest
I said boy
Keep your secrets secret
They will make you an exhibit
Nail you to a wall
Something safe for the fireplace
A warning for their kids
For their kids
my transparent horse.
Valse - Op.64 No.2 - in C#m
Fryderyk Chopin
flawless.
If you ask me for my secrets
I’ll never tell
Because you might not like what I’ve got to say