Sena Gül’s “Misafir” follows a woman worn down for days, her smeared mascara and admitted lack of confidence framing a moment of self-disgust and inverted trust, where she brings fear to friends and trust to enemies. Her perspective shifts between that tired self and a sharper inner voice that interrupts and accuses, exposing how her mind feels crowded with guests she cannot sort into loyal or treacherous. The repeated image of these mental guests turns distrust inward, while bloodsucking figures around her make her feel like the only mortal, yet she notes that trembling in their presence is simply human. She imagines a different life, then undercuts the wish as a lie. The song lands on the uneasy sense that vulnerability and fear are natural, but harm will eventually reach those who caused it.
Misafir Lyrics by Sena Gül
İki gündür çıkmayan rimel
Koca kadın, sıfır özgüven
Elinde değil utanmak
Tek bildiği salmak
Dosta korku, düşmana güven
(Tam tersi değil miydi ya?)
(Ya bi’ sus be!)
Fikri yok şu aklında
Ve hep bir ağrı karnında
Sanki bedeviden bahtsız
Kalakaldı yalnız
İkinci el bi’ dünyada
Aklımın içinde kaç kişi misafir?
Söyle hangisi iyi, hangisi hain?
Buruk bir tat var ağzımda
Hissettin mi nabzımdan
Elimde değil ki benim istikbalim
Hepiniz vampir de bi’ ben miyim fani?
Bir gün yem olursam boynuna vebalim
Failim aramızda
Titriyor yanınızda
Korkması da gayet insani
Sıra ona da gelecek illaki
Kimse yok etrafında
Hepsi mi gözaltında?
Bir gün şartlar el verir
Başına bir şey gelirse
Ağlayan yok arkandan
Aklımın içinde kaç kişi misafir?
Söyle hangisi iyi, hangisi hain?
Failim aramızda
Titriyor yanınızda
Korkması da gayet insani
Mutludur aslında
Tek bi’ laf ağzında
Doğmasa burda nasıl bir hayatı
Olurdu ki acaba?
Mutludur aslında
(Ve bu bir yalan)
Aklı hiç olmasa
(Ve bu da bir yalan)
Doğmasa burda nasıl bir hayatı
Olurdu ki acaba?
Aklımın içinde kaç kişi misafir?
Söyle hangisi iyi, hangisi hain?
Failim aramızda
Titriyor yanınızda
Korkması da gayet insani
Sıra ona da gelecek illaki!
Mascara that hasn’t come off in two days
A grown woman, zero self-confidence
She can’t help but feel ashamed
All she knows is letting go
Fear for a friend, trust for an enemy
(Wasn’t it the exact opposite?)
(Oh just shut up!)
She’s got no thoughts in that head of hers
And there’s always an ache in her gut
Like she’s got worse luck than a Bedouin
She just stood there alone
In a secondhand world
How many people are guests inside my head?
Tell me which one’s good, which one’s a traitor?
There’s a bitter taste in my mouth
Did you feel it from my pulse
It’s not up to me, my future
Are all of you vampires and am I the only mortal?
If I become bait someday, it’s on your conscience
My culprit is among us
Trembling right beside you
Being scared is perfectly human
Their turn will come too, no doubt
There’s no one around her
Are they all in custody?
One day when the conditions allow
If something happens to her
There’s no one to cry behind her
How many people are guests inside my head?
Tell me which one’s good, which one’s a traitor?
My culprit is among us
Trembling right beside you
Being scared is perfectly human
She’s actually happy
Just one word in her mouth
If she hadn’t been born here, what kind of life
Would she have had, I wonder?
She’s actually happy
(And that’s a lie)
If she had no mind at all
(And that’s a lie too)
If she hadn’t been born here, what kind of life
Would she have had, I wonder?
How many people are guests inside my head?
Tell me which one’s good, which one’s a traitor?
My culprit is among us
Trembling right beside you
Being scared is perfectly human
Their turn will come too, no doubt!
