A keresés eredménye

Let My Friends Remember Me

I will leave, my name will remain,
Let my friends remember me...
Weddings will be had, feasts will be celebrated,
Let my friends remember me...
 
The soul won’t stay caged, it will fly away,
The world is an inn, residents will depart,
The moon will wander, years will go by,
Let my friends remember me...
 
I didn’t wish to come, nor do I wish to leave,
Day by day my troubles increased,
My abode will fall silent,
Let my friends remember me...
 
Day turns to afternoon and evening,
A man lives through many things,
Veysel will leave, his name will remain,
Let my friends remember me...
 
The soul will leave the body,
No smoke in the chimney, no fire in the hearth,
An armful of greetings to all,
Let my friends remember me...
 
The soul won’t stay caged, it will fly away,
The world is an inn, residents will depart,
The moon will wander, years will go by,
Let my friends remember me...
 

Today To Me, Tomorrow To You

Sometimes my days pass cheerfully
Sometimes my tears, they go by shedding
Sometimes my days pass with my loved one
Sometimes I rebel against loneliness
 
My days are in flux thusly
World's trouble is unfathomable
If this day is for me, then tomorrow is for you
So, neither laugh nor cry for me
 
Everyone's life is not same
Things passing through my mind, they're not known.
Sometimes I forget old days
Sometimes longing burns my inside suddenly
 
My days are in flux thusly
World's trouble is unfathomable
Sometimes fear haunts my inside suddenly
Sometimes I'm filled with joy, I don't know why
 
If this day is for me, then tomorrow is for you
So, neither laugh nor cry for me
 

A Separation, A Poverty, A Death

I've arrived at that black stone
You made me yearn for a tribe brother
What is the reason to the bloody tear shedding from the eye
A separation, a poverty, a death
 
You've dethroned many sultans
You've made many of them turn pale their rose faces
You've sent many of them to a way not coming
A separation, a poverty, a death
 
Karacaoğlan says, 'I've settled, it is not migrated'.
It is bitter, sherbet of death is not drunk
I have three trouble, they're not chosen from each other
A separation, a poverty, a death