Paroles et traduction Cem Karaca feat. Moğollar - Ala Geyik Destanı

Ala Geyik Destanı

Şimdi size sunacağımız parçaya
Ben Cem Karaca olarak
Akrabalık bağları açısından özel bir ilgi
Ve de sevgi duymaktayım
Evet, parçamızın adı "Alageyik"
Bilmem anlatabildim mi
Ben karaca, o da alageyik
E kendisi uzaktan yeğenim olur biraz

Ben de gittim bir geyiğin avına
Ben de gittim bir geyiğin avına
Geyik de çekti beni kendi dağına
Geyik de çekti beni kendi dağına, dağına

Bundan çağlar önceydi
Toros yaylarının yüksek dağ köylerinde kişiler
Akıllı, uslu ve mutlu sürdürürlerdi geleneksel yaşantılarını
Öykümüze konu olan genç de bu mutlu kişilerden biri idi
Ve tüm yaşıtları gibi terler terlemez bıyıkları
Atına atladığı gibi geyik avına giderdi
Bu avlar, çok kere günler, günler boyu sürer
Ve onu sütüyle besleyip beşiklerde beleyen anası
Bakarken gözünden kıskanarak, sakınarak bakan sevdalısı
Yaşlı gözlerle beklerlerdi dönüşünü
Gel etme, gel vazgeç şu geyik avından, bunun sonu hayretmez
Derlerse de dinletemezlerdi ki
Önceleri onları dinler sanırdın yiğidimi
Hele oturup çamdan bardaklar oyarken görünce onu
Bardaklar da bardaktı hani
Belle ki Toros'un tüm güzellikleri nakış olmuş üstüne
Kız oğlan kız bardaklar oyardı ince belli
Ama birden durulur günlerden birinde
Ve sanki çağırırmış gibi Toros'un tüm geyikleri birlik olmuşçasına onu
Kopar giderdi ansızın
Ve kambur felek etti sonunda edeceğini
Güzel bir ala geyiğin peşinde soluk soluğa sıçrarken koyaklardan yukarı
Daha yukarı, daha yukarı...
Devrisi günü daş dibinde yatar buldular onu, kanlı, upuzun
Gün o gündür bu öykü kulaktak kulağa, kuşaktan kuşağa
Toros yaylarının kekik otlarının, dağ çiçeklerinin kokusuna karışarak
Bize kadar vardı
Bizden sonra da varacak her hal, bizden sonrakilere
Ve soruldukta nedir deyu ol hikayaat, ol kara sevda, ol destan...
Dememiz "Alageyik Destanı"dır yarenler

Ak bilekler daş dibinde çürüdü
Ak bilekler daş dibinde çürüdü
Siz gidin avcılar galdım kaya başında
Aman aman aman, kayalar başında
Siz gidin gardaşlar galdım kaya başında
Aman aman, kayalar başında

Sabahtan kalktım ki, ezan okunur
Ezan sesi yar, yar, yar, yar, yar
Yüreğime, yüreğime dokunur
Duyar düşmanların
Öldün deyi kınalar, kınalar, kınalar, kınalar yakılır
Uyan Mehmed'im, uyan Mehmed'im, sinem, bülbülüm
Yüksek yaylalarda yâri, yâri, yâri, yâri, yâri, yâri
Beşiğini, beşiğini beledim
İndim alçaklara ölük ölük eledim
Gittin geyik avına, gel etme eyleme
Gel etme eyleme, dedim de
Dinletemedim de kurban olayım şahan oğlum, yiğit oğlum
Şimdi ne yatarsın daş dibinde yâri, yâri, yâri
Kanlı upuzun
Uyan Mehmed'im, sinem, bülbülüm
Etme uyan, etme kalk yar

The Ballad of the Fallow Deer

The piece I'm about to present to you
as Cem Karaca, holds a special place in my heart
due to familial ties
and a deep affection I feel for it.
Yes, the name of our piece is "Alageyik" (Fallow Deer)
I wonder if I've made myself clear?
I am Karaca (meaning "Roe deer"), and he is Alageyik.
He's a distant nephew of mine, you see.

I went on a deer hunt one day,
I went on a deer hunt one day,
The deer led me to its own mountain,
The deer led me to its own mountain, its mountain.

Eons ago,
in the high mountain villages of the Taurus range, people
lived their traditional lives in wisdom, peace, and happiness.
The young man in our story was one of these fortunate souls.
And like all his peers, as soon as his beard began to sprout,
he would mount his horse and head off to hunt deer.
These hunts would often last for days on end.
His mother, who had nourished him with her milk and rocked him in his cradle,
and his beloved, who watched him leave with a mix of envy and concern in her eyes,
would await his return with anxious hearts.
"Don't go, please give up this deer hunting, it won't end well,"
they would plead, but their words fell on deaf ears.
At first, you might have thought our young hero was listening to them,
especially when you saw him sitting and carving pinewood cups.
And what cups they were!
Imagine, all the beauty of the Taurus Mountains was etched upon them.
The boy would delicately carve cups for the girls, and the girls for the boys.
But then one day, everything changed.
It was as if all the deer of the Taurus had united, calling him to join them,
and he was suddenly swept away.
Fate, that fickle mistress, had finally dealt her hand.
As he was chasing a beautiful fallow deer, breathlessly leaping from one ravine to another,
higher and higher, ever higher...
they found him the next day, lying at the foot of a rock, bloody and lifeless.
From that day on, this tale has been passed down from ear to ear, generation to generation,
mingling with the fragrance of thyme and mountain flowers of the Taurus range,
reaching us today.
And it will continue to be told, from us to those who come after us.
And when asked what this tale, this dark love, this ballad is...
we will say, "It is the Ballad of the Fallow Deer," my friends.

Fair wrists rotted at the foot of the rock,
Fair wrists rotted at the foot of the rock,
Go, hunters, I stayed by the rocks,
Alas, alas, alas, by the rocks.
Go, brothers, I stayed by the rocks,
Alas, alas, by the rocks.

I woke up at dawn, the call to prayer was being recited
The sound of the prayer, love, love, love, love, love
Touches my heart, touches my heart
The enemies hear
That you are dead, they say, and henna, henna, henna, henna is burned
Wake up, my Mehmed, wake up, my Mehmed, my heart, my nightingale
Your beloved, beloved, beloved, beloved, beloved, beloved is in the high meadows
I adorned his cradle, his cradle
I descended to the lowlands, searching for him, dead, dead
You went deer hunting, don't do it, don't do it
Don't do it, don't do it, I said but
I couldn't make him listen, may I be sacrificed for my noble son, my brave son
Now you lie at the foot of the rock, beloved, beloved, beloved
Bloody and lifeless
Wake up, my Mehmed, my heart, my nightingale
Don't wake up, don't rise, my love