Paroles et traduction Candan Erçetin - Türkü

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Dünyada akla değer veren yok madem
Bazen aklı az olanın parası çok madem
Getirin şu şarabı, alsın aklımızı
Belki de böyle beğenir bizi elalem
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Ben gönlü temiz insana kurban olayım
Gezsin başım üstünde benim, hoş tutayım
Ham insanı al karşına söylet azıcık
Dön sonra cehennem neymiş gel sorayım
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Gelip de eskiyenler, yepyeni gelenler
Her biri gider bugün yarın birer birer
Kimselere kalmamış bu eski dünya
Kimi gitti gider kimi geldi gider
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Canların cananı dost gel etme, dinle beni
Küsme feleğe değmez, yeme kendini
Çekil otur şöyle gürültüsüz bir köşeye
Seyreyle şu hengamede olan biteni
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Folk Song

Since no one values reason in the world
Since sometimes those with little sense have much money
Bring that wine, let it take our minds
Maybe that way the world will like us
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
I would sacrifice myself for a person with a pure heart
Let them walk over my head, I will treat them well
Bring a crude person before you and let them speak a little
Then turn around and ask me what hell is like
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
Those who come and age, those who come and are brand new
Each one will go today or tomorrow
This old world belongs to no one
Some depart while others arrive
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
Beloved of hearts, my friend, come, listen to me
Don't be angry with fate, it's not worth it, don't torment yourself
Withdraw and sit quietly in a corner
Watch the chaos around you
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
The folk song is still the same
The strings on the saz have changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed
The fist is still the same
Only the owner has changed