[Verse 1]
In my grandmother's hands, the bağlama weeps
While factory lights flicker down empty streets
Mama's sewing fingers, calloused and worn
Another shift ends, another dawn torn
In Gaziantep's heart, where merchants once called
Now empty bazaars, where dreams have stalled
[Pre-Chorus]
They said work harder, keep your head down
But I'm done playing nice in this ghost town
Daddy's carpet patterns fade away
While bankers in suits tell us "just pray"
[Chorus]
Dance on the ruins of what they broke
Spin like the threads that kept us broke
Hey! Money men in your towers of gold
Our heritage isn't yours to fold
Watch me turn this pain into fire
On these streets that you left to expire
[Verse 2]
Remember the sounds of the old bazaar?
"Buy my silks!" now echoes from afar
Their promises fell like earthquake debris
While we work our bones till we can't breathe
From Istanbul down to Gaziantep
The same old story makes my blood leap
[Bridge]
F*ck your numbers, f*ck your market crash
My grandmother's songs ain't your trash
We'll dance through the crisis, sweat on the floor
Turn trauma to triumph, that's what clubs are for
The machines keep humming their broken song
But we keep moving, we keep moving on
[Chorus]
Dance on the ruins of what they broke
Spin like the threads that kept us broke
Hey! Money men in your towers of gold
Our heritage isn't yours to fold
Watch me turn this pain into fire
On these streets that you left to expire
[Outro]
The bağlama plays one last refrain
Through neon lights and summer rain
We're still here, still making our way
From ancient routes to modern day
Watch us rise from what you tore down
Dancing queens of this broken town
In my blood, the silk road flows
Through every beat, through every pose
Gokkushadow - Silk Road Fever Lyrics
Gokkushadow - Silk Road Fever Lyrics
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English
[Verse 1]
In my grandmother's hands, the bağlama weeps
While factory lights flicker down empty streets
Mama's sewing fingers, calloused and worn
Another shift ends, another dawn torn
In Gaziantep's heart, where merchants once called
Now empty bazaars, where dreams have stalled
[Pre-Chorus]
They said work harder, keep your head down
But I'm done playing nice in this ghost town
Daddy's carpet patterns fade away
While bankers in suits tell us "just pray"
[Chorus]
Dance on the ruins of what they broke
Spin like the threads that kept us broke
Hey! Money men in your towers of gold
Our heritage isn't yours to fold
Watch me turn this pain into fire
On these streets that you left to expire
[Verse 2]
Remember the sounds of the old bazaar?
"Buy my silks!" now echoes from afar
Their promises fell like earthquake debris
While we work our bones till we can't breathe
From Istanbul down to Gaziantep
The same old story makes my blood leap
[Bridge]
F*ck your numbers, f*ck your market crash
My grandmother's songs ain't your trash
We'll dance through the crisis, sweat on the floor
Turn trauma to triumph, that's what clubs are for
The machines keep humming their broken song
But we keep moving, we keep moving on
[Chorus]
Dance on the ruins of what they broke
Spin like the threads that kept us broke
Hey! Money men in your towers of gold
Our heritage isn't yours to fold
Watch me turn this pain into fire
On these streets that you left to expire
[Outro]
The bağlama plays one last refrain
Through neon lights and summer rain
We're still here, still making our way
From ancient routes to modern day
Watch us rise from what you tore down
Dancing queens of this broken town
In my blood, the silk road flows
Through every beat, through every pose
In my grandmother's hands, the bağlama weeps
While factory lights flicker down empty streets
Mama's sewing fingers, calloused and worn
Another shift ends, another dawn torn
In Gaziantep's heart, where merchants once called
Now empty bazaars, where dreams have stalled
[Pre-Chorus]
They said work harder, keep your head down
But I'm done playing nice in this ghost town
Daddy's carpet patterns fade away
While bankers in suits tell us "just pray"
[Chorus]
Dance on the ruins of what they broke
Spin like the threads that kept us broke
Hey! Money men in your towers of gold
Our heritage isn't yours to fold
Watch me turn this pain into fire
On these streets that you left to expire
[Verse 2]
Remember the sounds of the old bazaar?
"Buy my silks!" now echoes from afar
Their promises fell like earthquake debris
While we work our bones till we can't breathe
From Istanbul down to Gaziantep
The same old story makes my blood leap
[Bridge]
F*ck your numbers, f*ck your market crash
My grandmother's songs ain't your trash
We'll dance through the crisis, sweat on the floor
Turn trauma to triumph, that's what clubs are for
The machines keep humming their broken song
But we keep moving, we keep moving on
[Chorus]
Dance on the ruins of what they broke
Spin like the threads that kept us broke
Hey! Money men in your towers of gold
Our heritage isn't yours to fold
Watch me turn this pain into fire
On these streets that you left to expire
[Outro]
The bağlama plays one last refrain
Through neon lights and summer rain
We're still here, still making our way
From ancient routes to modern day
Watch us rise from what you tore down
Dancing queens of this broken town
In my blood, the silk road flows
Through every beat, through every pose
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC