Paroles et traduction Apolas Lermi - Memleket

Memleket

Yolsuzluk atti sizi habu zalim gurbete
Yolsuzluk atti sizi habu zalim gurbete
Söyleyin gölenlere dönsunler memlekete
Renk renk çiçekler açar kırlarda bayirlarda

Yazin durma gurbette gel da gez yaylalarda
Karadağ'dan görünür denizden giden gemi
Yolun düşersa ara orda bulursun beni

Gökyüzüne vuracak çamlarun doruklari
Gökyüzüne vuracak çamlarun doruklari
Komar çiçecukleri süsleyi yaylalari Sulari soğuk olur çoktur gelu gideni
Bu sene yayladayım bekliyeceğum seni Mezereme
Yaylama vallahi doyamadum Harcadum gençluğumi bişey anliyamadum

Sabah akşam yaylada sığırlari yayarduk
Sabah akşam yaylada sığırlari yayarduk
Tahta arabalarlan çumenlerde kayarduk Hafta soni yaylaya
Çikardi köyden millet Arkalarunda sepet içlerunde bereket
Yol yok idi yaylaya gider gelurduk yaya Şimdi yollar
Yapuldi binerler arabaya

Habu yalan dünyada yanacak kadar yandum
Habu yalan dünyada yanacak kadar yandum
Candan sevduklerumi hep benum gibi sandum
Tesadüfen toplanur yaralilar bir yere Harcadum gençluğumi
Iki paraluk yere Yağsun deli yağmurlar yikan yüreğum yikan

İnsanun dosti çoktur gülüp da oynayikan
İnsanun dosti çoktur gülüp da oynayikan

My Homeland

Corruption forced you to endure this cruel exile,
Corruption forced you to endure this cruel exile,
Tell the lakes to turn into rivers flowing back to the homeland,
Where colorful flowers bloom in the fields and meadows.

Don't stay in exile during the summer; come and wander through the highlands,
From Karadağ, you can see the ships sailing on the sea,
If you should come this way, you will find me there.

The peaks of the pine trees will pierce the sky,
The peaks of the pine trees will pierce the sky.
Moschatel flowers adorn the highlands, where the waters are cool and many travelers come and go.
This year, I will be in the highlands; I will wait for you at Mezere.
I swear, I couldn't get enough of the highlands; I spent my youth there and understood nothing.

Morning and evening, we herded cattle on the highlands,
Morning and evening, we herded cattle on the highlands,
We slid down wooden carts on the slopes. On weekends, the villagers
Went up to the highlands, carrying baskets full of blessings.
There were no roads to the highlands then; we went and came on foot. Now roads
Have been built; they ride in cars.

In this deceitful world, I burned with a longing for love.
In this deceitful world, I burned with a longing for love.
I thought my dearest beloved felt the same.
Wounded souls gather together by chance. I have wasted my youth
For a love worth two cents. So let the torrential rains pour down and wash away my heart, wash it away.

One has many friends when they smile and laugh,
One has many friends when they smile and laugh,