Paroles et traduction Kazancı Bedih - Kara Tren

Kara Tren

Gözüm yolda gönlüm darda
Ya kendin gel ya da haber yolla
Gözüm yolda gönlüm 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 salınır da derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur da halimi görmez
Gam dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez
Kara tren gecikir belki hiç gelmez
Dağlarda salınır da derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur halimi görmez
Gam dolar yüreğim göz yaşım dinmez
Yara bende derman sende
Ya kendin gel ya da bana gel de
Yara bende derman sende
Ya kendin gel ya da bana gel de
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 salınır da derdimi bilmez
Dumanın savurur halimi görmez
Gam dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez
Kara tren gecikir belki hiç gelmez
Dağlarda salınır da derdimi bilmez
Dumaın savurur halimi görmez
Gam dolar yüreğim gözyaşım dinmez

Black Train

My eyes are on the road, my heart is in pain
Either come yourself or send me a message
My eyes are on the road, my heart is in pain
Either come yourself or send me a message
I heard you wrote two lines of a letter
And you gave it to the train, forgetting your sadness
I heard you wrote two lines of a letter
And you gave it to the train, forgetting your sadness
The black train might be late or never arrive
It might sway through the mountains, not knowing my troubles
Its smoke might swirl around, not seeing my condition
Grief fills my heart and my tears won't stop
The black train might be late or never arrive
It might sway through the mountains, not knowing my troubles
Its smoke might swirl around, not seeing my condition
Grief fills my heart and my tears won't stop
The wound is mine, the cure is yours
Either come yourself or come to me
The wound is mine, the cure is yours
Either come yourself or come to me
I heard you wrote two lines of a letter
And you gave it to the train, forgetting your sadness
I heard you wrote two lines of a letter
And you gave it to the train, forgetting your sadness
The black train might be late or never arrive
It might sway through the mountains, not knowing my troubles
Its smoke might swirl around, not seeing my condition
Grief fills my heart and my tears won't stop
The black train might be late or never arrive
It might sway through the mountains, not knowing my troubles
Its smoke might swirl around, not seeing my condition
Grief fills my heart and my tears won't stop