Lyrics and translation Cem Karaca - Alamanya

Alamanya

Çok uzaktan fetva ile bilinmez
Alamanya gurbetinin halleri
İşten eve, evden işe sökülmez
Alamanya milletinin dilleri
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya yıllarımı bana geri ver
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya yıllarımı bana geri ver
İşte Ahmet işte Ayşe burdakiler
On binlerce Türkiyeli gastarbayter
Çocuklarımız burda doğdu, burda büyürler
Merhabayı unuttular, "grüß gott", derler
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya dillerimi bana geri ver
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya dillerimi bana geri ver
Markla ırgatlıktır işim geldim geleli
Bantta akan sanki ömrüm bildim bileli
Kalay tozu, çinko tozu yut babam yut
Bir an uçmak gelir ama ciğerim gider
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya ciğerimi bana geri ver
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya ciğerimi bana geri ver
Hem sen bana muhtaçsın, hem de ben sana
Yoksa ne sen gel derdin, ne ben gelirdim
Doğuluyum, Asyalıyım, Türkiyeliyim
Öfkeliyim, kıskancım, budur benliğim
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya yıllarımı bana geri ver
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat
Alamanya ciğerimi bana geri ver
On beş yıldır gurbette mark ile ırgat

Alamanya

So far away from the fatwa, one cannot know
The conditions of the Alamanya exile
From work to home, from home to work, one cannot get away
The Alamanya people's tongues
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my years
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my years
Here's Ahmet, here's Ayşe, the ones here
Tens of thousands of Turkish guest workers
Our children were born here, they grow up here
They forgot "hello", they say "grüß gott"
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my tongue
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my tongue
My work has been as a serf for marks ever since I came
On the conveyor belt, my life has been slipping away, as far as I can tell
Tin dust, zinc dust, swallow it, father, swallow it
For a moment, I think of flying away, but my lungs would give out
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my lungs
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my lungs
You need me, and I need you
Otherwise, you wouldn't say come, and I wouldn't come
I am from the East, from Asia, from Turkey
I am angry, I am jealous, this is my self
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my years
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks
Alamanya, give me back my lungs
For fifteen years, a serf in exile for marks