Lyrics and translation Cem Karaca - Yağma Sofrası

Yağma Sofrası

Bu sofracık efendiler
Halkımızın varı yoğu hayatı
Kan ağlayan can çekişen halkımızın
Bekler sizi efendiler
Önünüzde titrer durur
Ama sakın çekinmeyin
Yiyin yutun, yiyin yutun, yiyin yutun şapur şupur
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Çok açsınız Efendiler
Suratınızdan bellidir
Yiyin hadi, yiyin hadi, yemezseniz yarın kalır mı kimbilir?
Sizi çağıranlar bu sofraya bakın nasıl böbürlenir
Hakkınız bu savaştınız tamam e Tamam dedik
Bu hak eldedir
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Hepsi bu nazlı beylerindir
Ne varsa ortalıkta
Soy, sop, onur, düğün, oyun, konak, saray, caka
Hepsi sizin efendiler
Konak da, saray da, gelin de, alay da
Hepsi sizin, hepsi sizin, hem hazır lop kolayca
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Büyüklüğün hazmı azıcık zor da olsa ne çıkar
Gösterişin gururu var
Öç almanın sevinci var
Güler yüzünüzden efendiler
Bu sofra keyfe gelir parıldar
Sizin bu baş, beyin, ciğer, bütün şu kanlı lokmalar
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Verir bu fukara memleket nesi var nesi yoksa hepsini
Verir malını, canını, umudunu, umudunu, düşünü
Rahatını, sağlığını
İçinin bütün ateşini
Hadi yuvarlayın
Düşünmeyin haram mıdır helal mi?
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu iştah veren sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, tıksırıncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Bu harmanın gelir sonu
Kapıştırın gider ayak
Yarın sönmüş bakarsınız bugün çıtırdayan ocak
Hazır mideler sağlam
Hazır mideler sıcak
Atıştırın, tıkıştırın kapış kapış, çanak çanak
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu haykıran sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, kusuncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu haykıran sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, kusuncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin
Yiyin efendiler yiyin
Bu haykıran sofra sizin
Doyuncaya, kusuncaya, patlayıncaya kadar yiyin

The Plunderer's Feast

This little feast, my ladies,
Is all our people have, their life and soul.
Our people, bleeding, gasping for breath,
Await you, my ladies.
They tremble before you,
But please, don't hesitate.
Eat and swallow, eat and swallow, eat and swallow with gusto,
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
You're very hungry, my ladies,
It's clear from your faces.
Eat now, eat now, who knows if it will be there tomorrow?
Look how those who invited you boast about this feast.
This is your right, you fought for it, alright, alright we said,
This right is in your hands.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
Everything belongs to these delicate ladies,
Whatever there is around,
Lineage, honor, weddings, games, mansions, palaces, swagger,
It's all yours, my ladies.
The mansion, the palace, the bride, the procession,
It's all yours, it's all yours, and it's all readily available.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
So what if the grandeur is a bit hard to digest?
There's the pride of showing off,
There's the joy of revenge,
From your smiling faces, my ladies,
This feast becomes enjoyable, it sparkles.
These heads, brains, livers, all these bloody bites of yours,
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
This poor country will give whatever it has, whatever it doesn't,
It will give its wealth, its life, its hope, its hope, its thought,
Its comfort, its health,
All the fire within,
Come on, roll it up.
Don't think about whether it's forbidden or permissible.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This appetizing feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you burp, until you burst.
This harvest will come to an end,
Grab it and go,
Tomorrow you might see the hearth that crackled today extinguished.
While stomachs are strong,
While stomachs are warm,
Snack, stuff yourselves, grab and snatch, bowl after bowl.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This screaming feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you vomit, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This screaming feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you vomit, until you burst.
Eat, my ladies, eat.
This screaming feast is yours,
Eat until you're full, until you vomit, until you burst.