Issız Kalmış Virane Dağlarım - Cimilli İbo traduction en anglais

Issız Kalmış Virane Dağlarım

Gurbette bunca derdi kederi
İçume attum attum birikti
Hayatta bir tek sevduğum yarum
O da soninda birakup gitti

İssuz kaldi virane dağlarum
Ben tulumi saziyum saziyim
İstanbul senun olsun bir tanem
Ben Rize'mden raziyim raziyim

Yaylada peynirumden yağumdan
Ağaçta kovandaki balumdan
Anlamam sosyeteden bir tanem
Raziyum habu çoban halumdan

İssuz kaldi virane dağlarum
Ben tulumi saziyum saziyim
İstanbul senun olsun bir tanem
Ben Rize'mden raziyim raziyim

İssuz kaldi virane dağlarum
Ben tulumi ben tulumi saziyum saziyim
İstanbul senun olsun be gülüm
İstanbul senun olsun be gülüm
Ben köyümden ben Rize'mden raziyim ben raziyim

Dağlarda geçti ömrün yarisi
Eğlenmez yüreğumun yarasi
Atildum gurbet ellerde soldum
Lazim değil sevdasi parasi

İssuz kaldi virane dağlarum
Ben tulumi saziyum saziyim
İstanbul senun olsun bir tanem
Ben Rize'mden raziyim raziyim

İssuz kaldi virane dağlarum
Ben tulumi saziyum saziyim
İstanbul senun olsun bir tanem
Ben Rize'mden raziyim raziyim

My Abandoned and Desolate Mountains

I've endured so much pain and sorrow while away
I've kept it all bottled up inside
My one and only love in this life
Left me in the end

My desolate mountains remain empty and ruined
My wineskin, my instrument, my music
Istanbul can be yours, my beloved
I am content with my Rize

I am satisfied with my cheese and butter from the highlands
With the honey from the beehives in the trees
I don't need the ways of society, my dear
I am content with my simple shepherd's life

My desolate mountains remain empty and ruined
My wineskin, my instrument, my music
Istanbul can be yours, my beloved
I am content with my Rize

My desolate mountains remain empty and ruined
My wineskin, my wineskin, my instrument, my music
Istanbul can be yours, my darling
Istanbul can be yours, my darling
I am content with my village, my Rize, I am content

Half my life is spent in the mountains
My heart's wound will not heal
I was cast out into foreign lands, I have withered
I don't need love or money

My desolate mountains remain empty and ruined
My wineskin, my instrument, my music
Istanbul can be yours, my beloved
I am content with my Rize

My desolate mountains remain empty and ruined
My wineskin, my instrument, my music
Istanbul can be yours, my beloved
I am content with my Rize