Paroles et traduction Grejuva - Morg Alfabesi

Morg Alfabesi

Konuşmuyordum, ellerim uzandı orga
Gözümle gördüğüm delalet oldu kalbe yonga
Uzuvlarım uyuştu, soluklandım yavaşça
Çok soğuktu sedye demiri, vardığımda morga
Dalgalar kıyımda coştu, elimdeydi künyesi
Aslında çok kolayca kül olmuştu fünyesi
Pek huzurlu görünüyordu, göç ettiği dünyevi
Hayatın arkası soğuk bi' ceset bölmesi
Bünyesinde saklı, çocukluğunun bilyesi
Hayatı öyle yaşadı, çok kolaydı gülmesi
İlk görüşte düşman oldum, ama beni çok severdi
Çok geç oldu, yakın tarihime dönmesi
Doktorum sanardı, hastanenin birinde
İkinci gecede kaçardım, olsaydım onun yerinde
Yazdığım kitap sandı, görünce defterimde
Anlaşılmayan yazıyla, nokta çizgi halinde

Şarka bakmaz, garbı bilmez, yok yaşamda vadesi
Yaşarmayan bi' çift gözdür, bütün sermayesi
Helal yesin sıkarsa, görgüden yok vâyesi
Sabaha karşı beş buçukta, son bulur hikayesi
Saatli marif tarif etti, geçti bunca yıl
Sırlarımı defterimle, ses telimde sakladım
Cetvelimde silik yüzüm, sıfırla bir arasında
Alfabem okundu morgta, rap hayatım pahasında
16 yaşında bir morg görevlisinden daha çok ceset görmüştü

Çalışıyordum, söylediğim esasi
Grejuva bi' hastanede morg bölümü bekçisi
Soğuk bi' alfabe, ölülerin alfabesi
Kendimi bulduğum vaktin, üçüncü salyanesi
Öyle bir alfabe ki, gün ışığında konuşmaz
Ve öyledir ki, bildiğin şekilde oluşmaz
Kararı kendi verir, art suretle duruşmaz
Beni de benden alır, sayfaları buruşmaz
Aslında çok eskilerden, gelirdi günümüze
Karanlık zamanlardan, bulaştı dilimize
Gerçeği anbean, gösterirdi pusulasız
İsterseniz inkar edin, çıkacaktır önünüze
Soğuk duvarlara, soluk yazılar karaladım
Hayatla rüya arasındaki, perdeyi araladım
Yavaşça, elimi kandan alıp duvarlara
Gördüklerimden, morg metnini karaladım

Şarka bakmaz, garbı bilmez, yok yaşamda vadesi
Yaşarmayan bi' çift gözdür, bütün sermayesi
Helal yesin sıkarsa, görgüden yok vâyesi
Sabaha karşı beş buçukta, son bulur hikayesi
Saatli marif tarif etti, geçti bunca yıl
Sırlarımı defterimle, ses telimde sakladım
Cetvelimde silik yüzüm, sıfırla bir arasında
Alfabem okundu morgta, rap hayatım pahasında

People say: "What is your son do?"
And I say: "He does Hip-Hop!"
Then they say: "What instrument does he play?"
And I say: "No, no he doesn't play an instrument
He's the instrument!"

Morgue Alphabet

I didn't speak, my hands reached out to the organ
What my eyes saw became a guide to the heart
My limbs numbed, I breathed slowly
The stretcher iron was so cold when I got to the morgue
The waves crashed on the shore, his dog tag was in my hand
In fact, his fuse had burned out very easily
He seemed very peaceful, the world he had migrated to
The back of life is a cold morgue compartment
His childhood marbles hidden within him
He lived his life that way, his smile came so easily
I became an enemy at first sight, but he loved me very much
It's too late, for my recent history to return
My doctor thought I was in a hospital
I would have escaped on the second night, if I were in his place
He thought it was a book I had written, when he saw it in my notebook
In an incomprehensible script, in the form of dots and lines

He doesn't look east, doesn't know west, he has no expiration date in life
He has a pair of eyes that don't shed tears, that's all he's got
He eats halal if he has to, but he has no manners
At five-thirty in the morning, his story ends
The clockwork defined the custom, so many years have passed
I hid my secrets with my notebook, in my vocal cords
My faded face is on my ruler, between zero and one
My alphabet was read in the morgue, at the cost of my rap life
He had seen more corpses than a morgue attendant at the age of 16

I was working, I'm telling you the truth
Grejuva, a morgue attendant in a hospital
A cold alphabet, the alphabet of the dead
The third saliva of the time I found myself
It's such an alphabet that it doesn't speak in daylight
And it is such that it is not formed the way you know
It makes its own decision, it doesn't stop in a hurry
It takes me away from myself, it doesn't wrinkle the pages
In fact, it came from the very old days, to our present day
From dark times, it spread to our language
It would show the truth at all times, without a compass
Deny it if you want, it will come before you
I scribbled pale letters on the cold walls
I parted the curtain between life and dreams
Slowly, taking my hand from the blood to the walls
I scribbled the morgue text from what I saw

He doesn't look east, doesn't know west, he has no expiration date in life
He has a pair of eyes that don't shed tears, that's all he's got
He eats halal if he has to, but he has no manners
At five-thirty in the morning, his story ends
The clockwork defined the custom, so many years have passed
I hid my secrets with my notebook, in my vocal cords
My faded face is on my ruler, between zero and one
My alphabet was read in the morgue, at the cost of my rap life

People say: "What is your son do?"
And I say: "He does Hip-Hop!"
Then they say: "What instrument does he play?"
And I say: "No, no he doesn't play an instrument
He's the instrument!"