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Pink floydun kurucusu
Çılgın elmas 60 yaşında Diabetten öldü
Başımız sağolsun... :(
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emin misin
ağlıyorum
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takdir-i ilahi..
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http://arts.guardian.co.uk/news/obituary/0,,1817952,00.html
evet ölmüş
şu anda gözüm yaşlı
SHINE on YOU crazy DİAMOND dinliyorum
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hassss....................................
Ağlıyorum
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Başımız sağolsun arkadaşlar
yastayım!.....lan ne adamdı be!....
SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DİAMOND!....................
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Ne var öteki tarafta bilmiyorum ki; giden gidene
bu arada yazmak içimden geldi...
artik demir almak gunu gelmisse zamandan
mechule giden bir gemi kalkar bu limandan.
hic yolcusu yokmus gibi sessizce alir yol;
sallanmaz o kalkista ne mendil, ne de bir kol.
rihtimda kalanlar bu seyahetten elemli,
gunlerce siyah ufka bakar gozleri nemli,
bicare gonuller! ne giden son gemidir bu!
hicranli hayatin ne de son matemidir bu.
dunyada sevilmis ve seven nafile bekler;
bilinmez ki giden sevgililer donmeyecekler.
bir cok gidenin her biri memnun ki yerinden,
bir cok seneler gecti; donen yok seferinden.
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Bu da benim içimden geldi!....
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Seni hep özliycez hep sevicez SYD.
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benimde içimden geldi
so, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain.
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?
and did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange
a walk on part in the var
for a lead role in a cage?
how i wish, how i wish you were here.
we're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
what have we found?
the same old fears.
wish you were here.
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Offfffff ya!...Kabullenmek çok zor!....
