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Kara Tren

Gözüm yolda kendim darda
Ya kendin gel ya da haber yolla
Gözüm yolda kendim darda
Ya kendin gel ya da haber yolla
Duyarım yazmışsın iki satır mektup
Vermişsin trene halini unutup
Duyarım yazmışsın iki satır mektup
Vermişsin trene halini unutup

Kara tren gecikir belki hiç gelmez
Dağlarda salınırda derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur halimi görmez
Kan dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez
Kara tren gecikir belki hiç gelmez
Dağlarda salınırda derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur halimi görmez
Kan dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez

Yara bende derman sende
Ya kendin gel yada bana gel de
Yara bende derman sende
Ya kendin gel yada bana gel de
Duyarım yazmışsın iki satır mektup
Vermişsin trene halini unutup
Duyarım yazmışsın iki satır mektup
Vermişsin trene halini unutup
Kara tren gecikir belkide gelmez
Dağlarda salınırda derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur halimi görmez
Kan dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez
Kara tren gecikir belki hiç gelmez
Dağlarda salınırda derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur halimi görmez
Kan dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez

The Black Train

My eyes are on the road, I'm in trouble
Either come yourself or send me news
My eyes are on the road, I'm in trouble
Either come yourself or send me news
I heard you wrote a two-line letter
You gave it to the train, forgetting your condition
I heard you wrote a two-line letter
You gave it to the train, forgetting your condition

The black train may be delayed or never come
It will sway in the mountains and not know my troubles
Its smoke will blow away, not seeing my condition
My heart will fill with blood, my tears will not stop
The black train may be delayed or never come
It will sway in the mountains and not know my troubles
Its smoke will blow away, not seeing my condition
My heart will fill with blood, my tears will not stop

The wound is in me, the cure is in you
Either come yourself or come to me
The wound is in me, the cure is in you
Either come yourself or come to me
I heard you wrote a two-line letter
You gave it to the train, forgetting your condition
I heard you wrote a two-line letter
You gave it to the train, forgetting your condition
The black train may be delayed or never come
It will sway in the mountains and not know my troubles
Its smoke will blow away, not seeing my condition
My heart will fill with blood, my tears will not stop
The black train may be delayed or never come
It will sway in the mountains and not know my troubles
Its smoke will blow away, not seeing my condition
My heart will fill with blood, my tears will not stop