Ahmet Kaya — Şafak Türküsü song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Şafak Türküsü" by Ahmet Kaya.
Lyrics
Beni burada arama
Arama anna
Kapida ADIMI sorma
Saclarina yýldýz düsmüs
Koparma anne aglama.
Kac zamandir yüzüm…
Gözlerim … bekledim
Uzarken … kulagim kiriste
…özledim …
Yasamak isterseken delice
Ah.verebilseydim… keske
ÇÜKÜ avcunda kosan herbir …
Tepeden tirnaga ogula
Ve kiza kesmis
Bir ülkeye armagan
Düslerimle sinirsiz
Diretmisligimle genc
Saskinligimla cocuk devrederken sirdasima
Usulca aci verdi yanagimda tomurcuk
Pir Sultan’i düsün anne, Seyh Bedretinn’i
Börklüce'yi, Torlak Kemal’i
Insanlari düsün anne
Düsün ki yüregin sallansin
Düsün ki o an güzel günlere inanan
Mutlu bir Yusufcuk havalansin
Yani benim güzel annem
Ala safaginda ülkemin yildiz ucurmak varken
Oturup yildizlar icinde kendi buruk kanimi ictim
Ne garip duygu su ölmek
Öptügüm kizlar geliyor aklima
Bir aciklamasi vardir elbet giderken dar agacina
Geride masa üstünde boynu bükük
Kaldi kagit kalem.
Bagisla beni güzel annem
Ogul tadinda bir mektup yazamadim diye
Kizma bana.
Elleri deysin istemedim
Gözleri deysin istemedim
Aglayip kokluyacaktin
Belki bir ömür tasiyacaktin koynunda.
Yasamak agrisi asildi boynumda
Oysa türkü tadinda yasamak isterdim
Ölmek ne garip sey anne
Bayram kartlarinin tutsakligindan asirip bayrami
Sedef kakmali bir kutu icinde
Vermek isterdim cocuklarin ellerine
Sonra, sonra benim güzel annem
Damdan düser gibi vurulmak isterdim bir kiza
Gecenin kiyisinda durmusum
Kefenin cebi yok
Koynuma yildiz doldurmusum
Kosun cocuklar kosun
Sabah üstüme üstüme geliyor
Kisacasi güzel annem
Bir cicegi düsünürken ürpermek yok
Gülmek umud etmek özlemek
Ya da mektup beklemek
Gözleri yatirip iraklara.
Ölmek ne garip anne
Artik duvarlari kanatircasina tirnagimla
Saskin umutlu siirler yazamiyacagim
Mutlak bir inancla gözlerimi tavana cakamiyacagim
Baba olamiyacagim örnegin
Toprak olmak ne garip sey anne.
Ucurumlarki sende büyür
Dagdir ki sende göcer
Ben bayram derim cicek derim
Cam diplerine acmis kanatlarini kozalak derim
Gül yanakli cocuga benzer
Yinede oglunu yitirmek ne garip sey anne
Her kavgada ölen benim
Bayrak tutan carpisan
Her kadin topragi tirnakliyarak
Dogurur beni
Özlem beni kavga benim ask benim
Bekle beni anne.
Bir sabah cikagelirim
Bir sabah anne bir sabah
Acini süpürmek icin actiginda kapiyi
Adi baska sesi baska
Nice yasitim
Koynunda çiçekler
Çiçekler icinde bir ülke getirirler
Lyrics translation
Don't call me here.
Search anna
Don't ask my name at the door
They got a star in their hair.
Breakout mom don't cry.
How long has my face been…
My eyes ... I waited
As I grow ... my ear shrivels
... miss …
Crazy if we want to live
Oh.I wish I could give...
Every one with a dick in his hand …
Hill tirnaga ogula
And the girl cut
Armagan to a country
Unnerved by my dreams
Young man with my insistence
With my surprise, sirdasima
Softly hurt the bud on my cheek
Think of Pir Sultan, mother, Seyh Bedretinn
Börklüce'i, Torlak Kemal'i
Think of the People, mother.
Think your heart will shake
Think of those who believe in the good times
Let a happy Dragonfly take off
I mean, my beautiful mother.
♪ When my country's stars are flying ♪
I sat and drank my own bitter blood in the stars
What a strange feeling to die in the water
I remember the girls I kissed
There's an explanation, of course, when you go to the narrow tree.
Back on the table with his neck bent
Kaldi paper pen.
Forgive me, my beautiful mother.
Because I couldn't write a letter that tasted like a son.
Don't be mad.
I didn't want her to say hands.
I didn't want her to have eyes.
You were gonna cry and smell.
Maybe you'd carry it for a lifetime.
The pain of living was hanging on my neck
But I'd like to live in the taste of folk songs
What a strange thing to die for, Mother.
Holiday cards from the captivity of hanging
In a box with mother of pearl inlaid
I'd like to put it in the hands of the children
Then, then my beautiful mother
I'd like to be shot like I'm falling off a roof.
I stopped in the middle of the night
The Shroud has no pockets
I've filled my bosom with stars
Run, boys, run.
The morning comes upon me
In short, my beautiful mother
No shivering when you think of a flower
Laugh hope yearn
Or wait for the letter
Put your eyes to the lraq.
It's weird to die, mom.
♪ Now I'll nail the walls down ♪
I can't write poems that are hopeful
I won't put my eyes on the ceiling with absolute faith
I can't be a father, for example.
What a strange thing to be, mother.
Flights grow on you
Dagdir that you have göcer
I say feast, I say cicek
I'll call your wings cocoon on your glass bottoms
Similar to the rose-cheeked cocuga
What a strange thing to lose a son, mother.
I'm the one who dies in every fight
Flag-holding carpisan
Every woman shines the Earth
Give birth to me
Craving fight me, love me for me
Wait for me, Mom.
I'll come out one morning.
One morning, mother one morning
When you open the door to sweep away your pain
Name baska Baska baska
Nice life
Flowers in the bosom
They bring a country in flowers