Paroles et traduction Ethnique Punch - Dravdan

Dravdan

Gırla hata varsa, kralcılar çoksa kraldan
Ne istifa yarar ahmak ne fayda var firardan
Uzak koğuşlarda paralanıp harlanır intikam dravdan
Şu karanlık dünyamda

Çekmekle süner suni derdi, ceremesi
Boş hayat beleş gelip geçer bak bedava denemesi
Eshefle hayıflanır asap bozan şu mazi perdesi
En saydam hevesler hezeyanların beşik kertmesi

Bilhassa keşkeler bi' kaşık su gün aşırı boğul dur
Sana kalan tekil, senden aldıkları da çoğuldur teh
Elde kalan bakır tasta dolu yavan kahır
Garibin feryadı kaderi yanında yaban kalır, duyan tanır

Avantadan kaporta kemiren,
Cehaletin meramı tokat özünü deviren,
Kötülüğün sonu yoktu beriden,
Karıştıkça karış sonra tara yeniden

Günlere çelme takmakla devrilir mi zaman?
Dahi çembere çengel olsam da çark ederdi zaten
Mesafem kısa menzilim darsa maruzatım olmaz olsun
Dravdan özgürdü mecalsiz müsadem

E o da azad ola madem.
E o da azad ola madem.
E o da azad ola madem.
Dravdan özgürdü mecalsiz müsadem

Kibirden firar eyle,
Izdırabın ortasında kaldı mengeneyle

Saat 5.62 geç kalınmış hayatın
Ekşi midesinde topuk tepen safra sinemeki
Böyle zınvana zan altında el ezdirir
Hangi kaldırımda aklına düştüysem orda düşün beni

Sentetik zaman kipinde kırık zemberek ve cabası
Panzehir dediklerim hep zehir zemberek, pekalâ
Hasetlikle hazmı kolaşlaştıran bi' hasbihâlde
Vebal senin, benim ziyadesi mübala, mütalâa

Esaret kıtasından azad et avutma beni,
Gel veyahut metruklarda kendini güt halâ
Kurut kibri, keşmekeş yağında kavrulmuş
Hasbel kederli inziva konağında

Neşe, dert, aşk ile gene sarhoş olup
Yıkılmış bir ağaç dalına paralel koş
Sırrı kavlı sırça taş dökümlü ab-ı köşk içine
Kapansan bi' dert, kaçsan bi' dert nafile boğuş

Günlere tekme atsam da kıpırdamıyo zaman
Dem tutarkan idaresini kaybeder iradem
Uykum firari gölgem intizarı kalender ve
Yazılacaksa mevzu çok ne silcez ondan haber ver,
Bihaber birader

Bi' lafım demir, diğeri demir eriten
Bi' lafım demir, diğeri demir eriten

Kibirden firar eyle,
Izdırabın ortasında kaldı mengeneyle

Kibirden firar eyle,
Izdırabın ortasında kaldı mengeneyle

Kibirden firar eyle,
Izdırabın ortasında kaldı mengeneyle

Dravdan

If there are many mistakes, if there are many kings, the king...
What good is resignation, you fool, what good is escape
Revenge is torn apart and burned in distant wards, dravdan
In this dark world of mine

The artificial pain continues with pulling, its ceremony
Empty life comes and goes, look, it's a free trial
This curtain of the past, which quickly regrets and spoils it
My most cherished desires are the cradle bed of the delirious

Especially if only, a spoonful of water, drown every other day
Yours is singular, what they took from you is plural, huh
The remaining copper bowl is full of insipid anguish
The cry of the poor remains wild next to his destiny, whoever hears it knows

The one who gnaws at the body from the vantage point,
The purpose of ignorance is to slap and overturn itself,
There was no end to evil from the beginning,
Mix it up, then side again

Can time be overturned by tricking the days?
Even if I was a hook to the circle, it would still spin
If my distance is short and my range is narrow, let my statement be gone
Dravdan was free, my powerless permission

Let him be free too.
Let him be free too.
Let him be free too.
Dravdan was free, my powerless permission

Flee from pride,
He was left in the midst of torment with pliers

5.62 o'clock, it's too late in life
Sour stomach, heel-stomping, bile mosquito
This dungeon crushes hands under suspicion
On whichever sidewalk you think of me, think of me there

Broken balance spring in synthetic tense and more
The antidotes I called were all poison balance springs, okay
In a 'hasbihal' that makes digestion easier with jealousy
The burden is yours, my excess is reciprocal, perusal

Free me from the land of slavery, don't comfort me,
Come or feed yourself in the abandoned ones
Dry pride, scorched in the oil of confusion
Hasbel sad retreat guest

Getting drunk again with joy, sorrow, love
Run parallel to a branch of a fallen tree
Pour into the secret, eloquent, glass-stone-studded water pavilion
If you close yourself in, it's a problem, if you run away, it's a problem, it's a futile struggle

Even if I kick the days, time doesn't move
While holding the breath, my will loses its control
My sleep is fugitive, my shadow is expectant, kalender and
If the subject is to be written, there is a lot, what will we erase from it, let me know,
Uninformed brother

One of my words is iron, the other is iron melting
One of my words is iron, the other is iron melting

Flee from pride,
He was left in the midst of torment with pliers

Flee from pride,
He was left in the midst of torment with pliers

Flee from pride,
He was left in the midst of torment with pliers