Lyrics and translation TheO - Pazarda Kelebek

Pazarda Kelebek

TO

Şair kokmuş
Oda soğukmuş
Pencereden pazar görünür
Uçar güvercinler
Var bir iki üç beş kuş
Yazdıklarını okurken gülerken şair
Aniden durmuş
Herhalde birden bire konmuş
Penceresine bir baykuş

Sayarken onun dişlerini
O gülerken helak olmuş
Pencereden izlerken baykuş
Caba verip ağzını kapatmaya calısırken
Anlamiş şair
"Vay be!
Burası herhalde muş
Sanki yolu baya yokuş
Bu yol da baya zormuş!"

Hayat boş yokuş muş
Uzun ince yokuşlu yolu görünce korkmuş donmus
Sahis üçte birine varmış anlamış
Gözier pencerede ama ruh bedeni satmış
Üç beş paraya
Yazdığı hikayelerden dolayı
Şair
Gerçekten mi ebediyen cehennemde yanmiış?

O oda ne?
Yaza yaza
Oturmuş donmuş kalmış
Yazılı kağıtta hikaye
Kanlı kağıtlar masasında
Herkes hüzünlenecek
Oku iyi bak ikra
Ilk harfleri
Tekrarla
Ke Be Lek
Ha üç ha yek
İyi bakarsan şekil değiştirecek
Abi
Kac gun kaldi ki pazara?
Bilmem
Hadi gidek

Yek dıdo sesh besh
Ne bilim iste küçük kardeş
Koku leş pazarda
Sorarız tamamı babaya?
Evladım uyan
Baba bu gördüğüm sanki bir rüya
Abi
Kaç gün kaldı pazara?
Sen söyle bari bana
Bir sayalım bakalım kardeş
Bugün cumartesi perşembe ondan sonra günlerden patateş

Aha baba
Bizim babamız babaların en büyüklerinden bu dünyada
Nasilda siğdıysa
Yatak odama
Sanki beshhh
Metre boyu var
Hazır mısınız derken sırtını dönen koca baba
En güçlü benim babam!
Taşırmıs ya la omzumda
Göğüsü öne doğru ama
Kafası ters dönmüş bakar bana
Bakuş değil bu bir akbaba

Aha
Pazarda kelebek
Şekil değişecek
Rüyada
Dikkat et küçük eşek
Siritma

Hayatın boka gitcek
Dedi abisi o küçük çocuğa
Ölürsün baykuş dişlerini sayarsa
Sıcak ekmek kokusu var pazarda
Heyecanlanır ufaklık alevlenecek
Yeke yeke kebelek
Kelebek ile teke tek
Abisi konuşur çocuk ileri görüşlü
Neyse ne
Nede olsa dinlemicek
Kebelebelebelebek

Pazarı sevdircek
Yürüyen leşler pazarında
"Yakala" dedirtecek
Küçük erkek
Kelebek avlamayı sevecek
Marka terlik gezer ile gezerek
Baba abi yemek mi yesek kopek eşek mi sevsek

Diyerek kaybedecek
Sert pek
Sarı kırmızı karpuz
Halden anlasilabilecek
Elini cek
Paramın hakkımı veremicek
Bunların hepsi kelek

Birazdan fark edecek abisi
Pazarda cocuk kaybı
Tırmanır binalara o sanki örümcek
Yaramaz sıpa
Sol tarafa yol aldi
Eyvah
Kardeş kayıp
Babam beni öldürecek
Babam beni kesin cehenneme götürcek
Onların birbirini sevdigi kadar
Keşke ben ve babamda birbirimizi sevebilsek

Gizli atak
Ses cıkarma yasak
Saklambac ona zevk
Yakaladı yakalicak avını
Bir yakalasam bu
Kebelebebelebek bana cennetı getirecek

Pis kirligi sokaklar
Kurulmus kürt türk arap çorbası gibi pazarlar
Acılmıs konu artık gülene gülene
Baykus otel odasina kona kona
Ke Le be be le bek ikna eder onu sola
Baykus görünmez oldu ama
Duyulur tepelerden bekler beni akbaba
Kebeleke
Kafam karisti baba

Gel evladim gör kavga var pazarda
Dost dostu satmiş paraya
Erkek bir düşünecek
Soyle söyleyecek
Kahpe felek
Belki birazdan ekicek
Belki çok sevecek
Tebessüm edecek
Kanma oğlum belki kelebek gibi gelecek sana ama
Dikkat et yoksa kelebek ya baykuş seni öldürecek
O yüzden sana benden çelik yelek

"Hadi gel küçük erkek
Direk şairin odasina girek"
Dedi kelebek onun sirtina binerek
Odasina gircek
Doğru ya doğru
Eğriye eğri
Kimse demicek
Yalana gerçek
Aklina gelcek
Pencerede iki üç seş beş güvercin ya ördek
Kağıtta üc harf
He doğruya la
Şekil değiştirecek
Üç ha yek

He ha he
Ke be lek
Ha üç ha yek
Ooo
Şairin hikayesiydi bu ya la
Vi bavooo
Baykuş der Afrasiabin otel odasinda
Nasil unutturdu bana
Bu TO
Kebelebelek

Butterfly at the Market

TO

The poet smelled
The room was cold
From the window, the market is visible
Pigeons fly
There are one, two, three, five birds
As the poet laughs while reading what he wrote
He suddenly stopped
I guess it suddenly perched
An owl on his window

While counting its teeth
He perished while laughing
The owl watches from the window
Trying in vain to close his mouth
The poet understood
"Wow!
This is probably Muş
As if the road is uphill
This road is quite difficult too!"

Life is an empty uphill climb
He was scared and frozen when he saw the long, narrow uphill road
He realized when he reached one-third of the way
Tears in the window but the soul has sold the body
For three to five cents
Because of the stories he wrote
The poet
Did he really burn forever in hell?

What is that room?
Writing and writing
He sat frozen
The story on the written paper
Bloody papers on his desk
Everyone will grieve
Read well, look at the offering
The first letters
Repeatedly
Ke Be Lek
Ha three ha one
If you look closely, the shape will change
Bro
How many days are left until the market?
I don't know
Let's go

One two sound five
I don't know, little brother
It smells like a corpse at the market
Shall we ask dad about everything?
My son, wake up
Dad, what I saw is like a dream
Bro
How many days are left until the market?
Tell me, please
Let's count, brother
Today is Saturday, Thursday after that, the days are potato

Aha, dad
Our dad is one of the greatest dads in the world
How did he fit in?
My bedroom
As if five
Meters tall
Big dad turns his back while saying "Are you ready?"
My dad is the strongest!
He's carrying it on my shoulder
His chest is forward but
His head is turned upside down looking at me
This is not an owl, it's a vulture

Aha
Butterfly at the market
The shape will change
In a dream
Be careful little donkey
Don't grin

Your life will go to shit
The older brother said to that little boy
You die if the owl counts its teeth
There is a smell of hot bread at the market
The little one gets excited, it will ignite
Eek eek kebelek
One on one with the butterfly
His brother speaks, the child is forward-thinking
Whatever
He won't listen anyway
Kebelebelebelebek

He'll make him love the market
In the market of walking corpses
Will make him say "Catch it"
Little boy
Will love to catch butterflies
Wandering around with brand name slippers
Dad, brother, should we eat, should we pet a dog or a donkey

By saying he will lose
Hard peck
Yellow red watermelon
It can be understood from the state
Pull your hand
He won't give me my money's worth
These are all crooked

His brother will realize it soon
Lost child at the market
He climbs the buildings as if he were a spider
Naughty brat
He took the left
Oh no
Brother lost
My dad will kill me
My dad will definitely take me to hell
As much as they love each other
I wish my dad and I could love each other too

Secret attack
No sound
Hide and seek is fun for him
He caught, he will catch his prey
If I could catch this
Kebelebebelebek will bring me heaven

Dirty dirty streets
Markets set up like Kurdish, Turkish, Arab soup
The issue has been opened now, laughing
Owl staying in the hotel room
Ke Le be be le bek persuades him to the left
The owl disappeared but
The vulture waits for me from the hills
Kebeleke
I'm confused, dad

Come on, my son, there's a fight at the market
Friend sold friend for money
The man will think
He'll tell you
Bitch fate
Maybe he'll plant some soon
Maybe he'll love it
He'll smile
Don't be fooled, my son, maybe he'll come to you like a butterfly, but
Be careful, otherwise the butterfly or the owl will kill you
That's why I'm giving you a bulletproof vest

"Come on, little man
Let's go straight into the poet's room"
Said the butterfly, riding on its back
He's going to his room
Right, right
Crooked to crooked
Nobody will say
Lie to truth
Will come to mind
Two, three, six, five pigeons or ducks in the window
Three letters on paper
Oh right
The shape will change
Three ha one

He he he
Ke be lek
Ha three ha one
Ooo
This was the poet's story
Vi bravo
The owl says in the Afrasiab's hotel room
How did it make me forget?
This TO
Kebelebelek