Paroles et traduction Bulutsuzluk Ozlemi - Sıcaktı

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Sapı kanlı, demiri kör bir bıçaktı
Sıcak
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Bulutlar doluydular,
Bulutlar boşanacak
Boşanacaktı
O, kımıldanmadan baktı,
Kayalardan
İki gözü iki kartal gibi indi ovaya
Orda en yumuşak, en sert
En tutumlu, en cömert,
En seven
En büyük, en güzel kadın
Toprak
Nerdeyse doğuracak
Doğuracaktı
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Baktı Karaburun dağlarından O
Baktı bu toprağın sonundaki ufka
Çatarak kaşlarını
Kırlarda çocuk başlarını
Kanlı gelincikler gibi koparıp
Çırılçıplak çığlıkları sürükleyip peşinde
Beş tuğlu bir yangın geliyordu karşıdan ufku sarıp
Bu gelen
Şehzade Murat'tı
Hükmü hümayun sadır olmuştu ki
Şehzade Murat'ın
İsmine
Aydın eline varıp
Bedreddin halifesi Mustafa'nın başına ine
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Bedreddin halifesi mülhid Mustafa baktı,
Baktı köylü Mustafa
Baktı korkmadan
Kızmadan
Gülmeden
Baktı dimdik
Dosdoğru
Kayalardan
Baktı O
Orda en yumuşak, en sert
En tutumlu, en cömert,
En seven
En büyük, en güzel kadın
Toprak
Nerdeyse doğuracak
Doğuracaktı
Sıcaktı
Baktı Bedreddin yiğitleri
Kayalardan ufka baktılar
Gitgide yaklaşıyordu bu toprağın sonu
Fermanlı bir ölüm kuşunun kanatlarıyla
Oysaki onlar bu toprağı
Bu kayalardan bakanlar, onu,
Üzümü, inciri, narı
Tüyleri baldan sarı
Sütleri baldan koyu davarları,
İnce belli, aslan yeleli atlarıyla
Duvarsız ve sınırsız
Bir kardeş sofrası gibi açmışlardır
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Baktı Bedreddin yiğitleri
Baktılar ufka
En yumuşak, en sert
En tutumlu, en cömert,
En seven
En büyük, en güzel kadın
Toprak
Nerdeyse doğuracak
Doğuracaktı
Sıcaktı
Bulutlar doluydular
Nerdeyse tatlı bir söz gibi ilk damla düşecekti yere
Birdenbire kayalardan dökülür
Gökten yağar
Yerden biter gibi,
Bu toprağın verdiği en son eser gibi
Bedreddin yiğitleri şehzade ordusunun karşısına çıktılar
Dikişsiz ak libaslı
Baş açık yalnayak
Ve yalın kılıçtılar
Mübalağa cenk oldu
Aydının Türk köylüleri,
Sakızlı Rum gemiciler,
Yahudi esnafları,
On bin mülhid yoldaşı Börklüce Mustafa'nın
Börklüce Mustafa'nın
Düşman ormanına on bin balta gibi daldı
Bayrakları al, yeşil
Kalkanları kakma, tolgası tunç
Saflar
Pare pare edildi ama,
Boşanan yağmur içinde gün inerken akşama
On binler iki bin kaldı

It Was Hot

It Was Hot
Hot
A knife with a bloody handle and a blunt blade
Hot
It was hot
The clouds were full,
The clouds were about to burst
They were about to burst
He looked without moving,
From the rocks
His two eyes descended like two eagles to the plain
There, the softest, the hardest
The most frugal, the most generous,
The most loving
The greatest, the most beautiful woman
Earth
Was almost about to give birth
She was about to give birth
It was hot
He looked from the Karaburun mountains
He looked at the horizon at the end of this land
Frowning
The heads of children in the fields
Like bloody poppies, tearing them off
Dragging their naked screams behind him
A fire with five tongues was coming from the opposite side, wrapping the horizon
This one who came
Was Prince Murat
The imperial decree had been issued
That Prince Murat
In his name
Reaching the land of Aydın
Would descend upon the head of Bedreddin's caliph Mustafa
It was hot
Bedreddin's caliph, the heretic Mustafa, looked,
The peasant Mustafa looked
He looked without fear
Without anger
Without laughing
He looked straight
Directly
From the rocks
He looked
There, the softest, the hardest
The most frugal, the most generous,
The most loving
The greatest, the most beautiful woman
Earth
Was almost about to give birth
She was about to give birth
It was hot
The warriors of Bedreddin looked
They looked from the rocks to the horizon
The end of this land was approaching
With the wings of a death bird with a decree
However, they, this land
Those who looked from these rocks, her,
The grapes, the figs, the pomegranates
Feathers as yellow as honey
Milk darker than honey, their cattle,
With their slender-waisted, lion-maned horses
Without walls and without borders
They had opened like a brotherly table
It was hot
The warriors of Bedreddin looked
They looked at the horizon
The softest, the hardest
The most frugal, the most generous,
The most loving
The greatest, the most beautiful woman
Earth
Was almost about to give birth
She was about to give birth
It was hot
The clouds were full
Almost like a sweet word, the first drop was about to fall to the ground
Suddenly pouring from the rocks
Raining from the sky
As if growing from the ground,
Like the last work given by this land
The warriors of Bedreddin stood before the prince's army
In seamless white robes
Bareheaded and barefoot
And with their swords drawn
There was an exaggerated battle
The Turkish peasants of Aydın,
The Greek sailors of Sakız,
The Jewish tradesmen,
The ten thousand heretic comrades of Börklüce Mustafa
Börklüce Mustafa's
Plunged into the enemy forest like ten thousand axes
Their flags red, green
Their shields embossed, their helmets bronze
The ranks
Were broken into pieces, but
As the day turned into evening in the pouring rain
Tens of thousands became two thousand