Music for the soul

Life’s been great. 

When you’ve got no time to worry about your own problems because of all the chaos this crazy world is throwing at you, you realise how brittle life is. Eventually, I’ll be left alone with my thoughts. Until then, I’m at peace, valuing everything about life. Here are some non-english songs I’ve been listening to on both my mp3 player and spotify. 

We might use different words for "love" but the yearning we all feel deep in our hearts hurts the same:

Jeanette - El Muchacho de los Ojos Tristes (The man with the sad eyes)

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The man with the sad eyes

Lives alone and needs love

Like the air needs to see me

Like the sun, I need him

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ВИА Веселые ребята - В последний раз (For the last time)

(I know this version is not the original one, but I like this one's lyrics better.)

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The time will pass, and you will forget everything that was,

Between us both...

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国武万里 - ポケベルが鳴らなくて (My pager doesn’t ring)

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Love is left waiting

I can’t be the one to call you;

I love you more than reality itself.

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Rammstein - Ohne Dich (Without you)

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On the branches, in the ditches

It is silent and without life

and the breathing is alas for me so difficult

Woe to me, Oh woe

and the birds no longer sing

Without you I cannot exist

with you, I am also alone

without you, I count the hours without you

with you, the seconds stand still

They are not worthwhile without you

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(Special thanks to Rammstein for helping me pass many german classes with A's)

The last one has to be a Turkish song :D

Asu Maralman - Bağrı Yanık Dostlara (Sigaramın dumanı da dumanı) [To the heartsick friends (Smoke of my cigarette)]

A little information about the mv: it captures the part of Istanbul I live in so well, it’s incredible. It’s from a movie I also love, set in the same area and on the very streets where I hang out with friends. The whole atmosphere; inside the bars, the characters, the looks, is just perfect.

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Even if this smoke of my tobacco curves up

The helm of my mind is in my hand

Look here, oh the cruel man

Surely there is a time for everything to happen

Smoke of my cigarette, smoke of it

My lover has no faith

Salute to the heartsick friends, too

Salute to the unhappy partners, too

I sat beside the window, sat beside it

I sang folk songs, sang them

How many years have past away since you promised me and gone away

My life has ended, sufferingly.

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