Lyrics and translation Selda Bağcan feat. Ramiz - Yaz Gazeteci Yaz

Yaz Gazeteci Yaz

Yaz gazeteci bi' haksızlık varsa
Yaz gazeteci birisi çalarsa
Yaz gazeteci birisi susarsa
Yaz gazeteci birisi yanarsa

Kaleminle zalimleri yen
Yaşatmak için ol bi neden
Masum gariban giymesin kefen
Sana güvenir ban bunca ezilen

Aman gazeteci gel bizim köye bizim halları da yaz
Şehirde ojeli parmakları yazma
Bir de bizim köyde nasırlanmış elleri de
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz,
Yaz yaz efendi yaz
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz

Bankada parası olan kulları yazma
Onlara aldanıp yolundan azma
Şehirden asfalt geçen yolları yazma
Bir de bizim köyden eşşek geçmeyen yolları da
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz

Şöhretten bunalmış dilleri yazma
Kendi bahçendeki gülleri yazma
Haksız yere genç öldüren elleri yazma
Doğuda doktorsuz ölen kulları da
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz

Yaz öldürülen tüm kadınları
Yaz tartamayan koca kantarı
Yaz görüp yine de susanları
Yaz kararıp giden yarınları
Yaz kara gecelere ışık ol
Yaz derdi olana bi umut ol
Yaz sesi çıkmayanın sesi ol

Gel hele gel beri ver eli oynat şu kalemi
Mesele el ele, dil dile yürümek ileri
Gözünü karartıp karanlıkta yak meşaleyi
Ona ne buna ne yaz yeterki gerçekleri

Şöhretten bunalmış dilleri yazma
Kendi bahçendeki gülleri yazma
Haksız yere genç öldüren elleri yazma
Doğuda doktorsuz ölen kulları da
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz
Yaz yaz gazeteci yaz
Yaz yaz efendi yaz

Yaz gazeteci bi' haksızlık varsa
Yaz gazeteci birisi çalarsa
Yaz gazeteci birisi susarsa
Yaz gazeteci birisi yanarsa

Write Newspaperman, Write

Write newspaperman, if there's injustice
Write newspaperman, if someone steals
Write newspaperman, if someone is silent
Write newspaperman, if someone burns

Defeat tyrants with your pen
Be a reason to live
May the innocent poor not wear a shroud
So many oppressed trust you

Oh newspaperman, come to our village and write our stories too
Don't write about manicured fingers in the city
Write about the calloused hands in our village too
Write, write, newspaperman, write,
Write, write, master, write
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write

Don't write about rich people in banks
Don't be fooled by them and lose your way
Don't write about paved roads in the city
Write about roads in our village where even donkeys can't pass
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write

Don't write about tongues tired of fame
Don't write about roses in your own garden
Don't write about hands that kill young people unjustly
Write about people dying without doctors in the East too
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write

Write about all the women who were killed
Write about the heavy scale that can't weigh
Write about those who see and still remain silent
Write about the darkening tomorrows
Be a light in the dark nights
Be a hope for those in need
Be the voice of the voiceless

Come here, give me your hand and let me move this pen
The issue is to walk forward hand in hand, tongue to tongue
Blacken your eyes and light a torch in the darkness
Don't write for him or for her, just write the truth

Don't write about tongues tired of fame
Don't write about roses in your own garden
Don't write about hands that kill young people unjustly
Write about people dying without doctors in the East too
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write
Write, write, newspaperman, write
Write, write, master, write

Write newspaperman, if there's injustice
Write newspaperman, if someone steals
Write newspaperman, if someone is silent
Write newspaperman, if someone burns