A keresés eredménye

I'm The Mountain

I am man and woman, I am father and ancestor,
We came to these years in fire
The name of your absence is death, listen, my wound speaking
I'm resisting in the mountains now
 
I'm the wound, I'm the blood now
I'm the earth, I'm the sky
I'm the mountain, come on, rain on me
 
My country is a fire in my heart now
I'm the blood of girls and boys
I am the oath of fathers and ancestors
 

Passion for Freedom

We are Ferhat1 of the freedom
Our love can't be left half finished
This is the heart of us which pierce both prisons and mountains
This is us who walk in prison, assuming these four walls are roads
This is us who infest the peaks of mountains like a smoke
 
Does Ferhat's Şirin can be left without veil?
Our longing will end, our enemies are hopeless
That wall, your wall isn't matter a whit
 
When preventing opression
When being a home for resistance
Can that lovesick heart fit
Into walls of prisons?
It overflows to peaks and flow to tomorrow
While it take the fire of hope along itself
 
If you make these fusty walls from iron
Freedom is in our hands, your barriers are desperate
That wall, your wall isn't matter a whit
 

• 1. Ferhat is lover of Şirin in a famous Turkish folk love story.

From a miner

Versions: #1
Went down to mining area, black diamond land
In order land surface to be warm may friend
I used a pickaxe in this dark dungeon for years
In order my children to smile my friend
Yet no one smiles in our house
 
The say walk, walk to dearth
Black diamond became a coffin, they say die if it's needed
Day comes and they say laugh at the weeper
I have no more patience for lies
 
Today mining area, black diamond land
We didn't go down, greetings to you friend
These pale faces of yearning for light
Strike, strike my friend sun shines
There's nothing to loose
 
Grinded people underground call earth
They say mines are ours, die if needed
They say Day came, strike my friend
There's nothing to loose
 
Zonguldak 1
They came from deep inside land
With a continuous underground sun in their hands
No matter how deeply buried
That much insisted not to drawn in their hearts
They came slowly, slowly
Then came every day, increasingly
with women, children and claps
They came like leaven yoghurt
Like splitting and sharing baked breads
Like water, like fire
New mouths added to mouths everyday
Their feet met with new paths
New shells cracked every day
New ears began hearing his words
Became a city, finally
And changed the name of country
 

• 1. Is a province situated in the Black Sea, region of Turkey

The Sun Risen at Dersim

The mountains of Dersim, vay lelele vay
The mountains of Dersim, vay
The mountains of Dersim, vay lelele vay
The mountains of Dersim, vay
 
Homeland of brave men, vay lelele vay
Homeland of brave men, vay
Homeland of brave men, vay lelele vay
Homeland of brave men, vay
 
The night fell on the day, vay lelele vay
When lives were ambushed
The night fell on the day, vay lelele vay
When lives were ambushed
 
Silence was being torn, lelele vay
With the bullet of the guerilla
Silence was being torn, lelele vay
With the bullet of the guerilla
 
In the warm parts of the mountains, vay lelele vay
Our cause proceeds
In the warm parts of the mountains, vay lelele vay
Our cause proceeds
 
The sun risen in Dersim, vay lelele vay
Grows in Canik Mountains
The sun risen in Dersim, vay lelele vay
Grows in Toros Mountains
 
They did not die, they still live, vay lelele vay
They did not die, they still live
They did not die, they still live, vay lelele vay
They did not die, they still live
 
So a song remains at the mountains of Dersim, le vay
'The Twelve' are fighting
So a song remains at the mountains of Dersim, le vay
Guerillas are fighting
So a song remains at the mountains of Dersim, le vay
Guerillas are fighting
 

Memed The Slim*

It is the tinder that lights the lighter
It is the annealing that forges the iron
Hang on Memed The Slim
It is time to resist
 
Memed, The Slim has rumbled from Toroses**
Buhurcus have given ear and listened***
He has been shot 17 times, he hasn't died
 
Hang on, Memed The Slim, hang on
What are we going to do, my brother, what are we going to do
Take my hand Memed The Slim
Let's go, mountains, let's go
 
The tasseled cocoon on the neck of the dapple-gray horse
My blood has dropped on the grasses and dust
If I make away with, I'll ask you
 
Buhurcus have come in troops and troops***
They've pierced my horses****
They've took my picture on the wall
 
Get to know me on the white paper,
My brother, what are we going to do
Hang on, Memed The Slim, hang on
What are we going to do, my brother, what are we going to do
Take my hand Memed The Slim
Let's go, mountains, let's go
 

To want and To do

Pain with its sweetness
harshness, easiness
the point is in wanting
in requesting and in doing
 
The earthquake in me
the storm in me
is barrel-driven
like the lead of a target.
 
To want and to do
want, want, want, want
to want and to do
 
to want and to do
want, want, do, do
 
You are a first grade soldier
be my revolution
Like a martyr's focus
be a master of fighting.
 
Indestructible mountains
we will burn together
while walking to victory
be the solder of an army
 
To want and to do
want, want, want, want
to want and to do
 
to want and to do
want, want, do, do
 
You, me, she if she accepts
the memories of the martyr
You, me , she if she accepts
and the dream of independence.
 
You, me, she if she accepts
sworn to be saved
you, me , she if she accepts
there's an army going to victory
 
To want and to do
want, want, do, do.
 
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Meryem, My Meryem

Meryem, you are my Meryem
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Meryem, you are my Meryem
And you are my eyes, Meryema
And my heart is hurt, it wants Meryema
Oh my eyes, it wants Meryema
 
Meryem is up on the roof
And her hair is blowing [in the wind]
And my heart is hurt
It wants its cure
Oh my, it wants its cure
 
Meryem, oh my
She lets her hair loose
And the Ottoman Troops
Have taken Meryema
Oh my..
They've taken Meryema
 

• 1. Meryama is like 'little Meryem' or so. Like a nickname for her name. (If you know German it's like for e.g:
  Kirsten->Kirstenchen or so). It's worth noting that Meryam/Meryem is the Arabic version of Mary/Maria...etc

Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

Anthem of the Sun

It was sunny, we were always awake,
Based on shields
For the sake of independence,
I'm painted in blood.
 
They thought Turks have fallen asleep,
Atatürk war commanded,
If you are a Turkish soldier,
Earth has announced.
 
Our country is our country,
Everyone falls in love
Missing us now
Get the flag's shadow.