Paroles et traduction Kinyas Öz - Maraşlı

Maraşlı

İyiyim ben! Her şeyini kaybetmiş bir insan ne kadar iyi ise o kadar iyiyim

Edebi açık olanın
Kapalı başı zarar
Yapmaz gözü yerde olmayanı
Sakalı dindar

Kıymet mıymet bilmez insan
Ağzında var gıybet
Zihni kirli olan feraset yoksunu almaz ibret

Kalmadı umutlar gömüldü doğrudan mezara
Artık kalmadı da lüzum yaşamak bu değil zira
Sokakta aç yatanlar, kuru ekmekle doyanlar
Baş kaldırdı zalim sistem vurdu kafasına

Nasırlı ellere, yorgun gözlere, kırılmış kalplere, unutulan sözlere
Tükenen çareye, ağlayan gönlüme, çektiren kaderime isyan mim

Nasırlı ellere, yorgun gözlere, kırılmış kalplere, unutulan sözlere
Tükenen çareye, ağlayan gönlüme, çektiren kaderime isyan mim

İsyan gönlüme isyan kaderime

Maraşlı bir sahaftır o korku bilmez
Çok savaşa girdi ama zihni ölmez
Dertler güçlü kıldı onu bir tek mahur görmez
Serden geçer ama asla yardan geçmez

Maraşlı bir sahaftır o korku bilmez
Çok savaşa girdi ama zihni ölmez
Dertler güçlü kıldı onu bir tek mahur görmez
Serden geçer ama asla yardan geçmez

Hayat bu kimine zor kimine kor kimini hor
Görür yoktur acıması hayat sanki anafor
Giydirmeye çalışır açık zihne tesettür
Böyle gidip gelir hayat eder yine tekerrür

Fikir ve vicdan hür ise etme! yola devam
Bağnazda kaldıysa zihnin inan yoktur anlam inan
Cahille savaş eğme boynu etme minnet
Savaşmaktan korkma gücün yeter inan gayret

Nasırlı ellere, yorgun gözlere, kırılmış kalplere, unutulan sözlere
Tükenen çareye, ağlayan gönlüme, çektiren
Kaderime isyan mim

Nasırlı ellere, yorgun gözlere, kırılmış kalplere, unutulan sözlere
Tükenen çareye, ağlayan gönlüme, çektiren
Kaderime isyan mim

İsyan gönlüme isyan kaderime

Maraşlı bir sahaftır o korku bilmez
Çok savaşa girdi ama zihni ölmez
Dertler güçlü kıldı onu bir tek mahur görmez
Serden geçer ama asla yardan geçmez

Maraşlı bir sahaftır o korku bilmez
Çok savaşa girdi ama zihni ölmez
Dertler güçlü kıldı onu bir tek mahur görmez
Serden geçer ama asla yardan geçmez

Maraşlı

I'm fine! As fine as a man can be after losing everything.

The one whose morality is open,
Covered head is harmful,
A beard doesn't make a man religious,
Especially if his eyes aren't looking down.

A man who doesn't know the value of anything,
Has gossip in his mouth,
A dirty mind, devoid of insight, doesn't learn a lesson.

Hopes are gone, buried directly in the grave,
There's no reason to live anymore, because it's not worth it,
Those who sleep hungry on the streets, those who are satisfied with dry bread,
The cruel system rose up and hit them on the head.

To calloused hands, tired eyes, broken hearts, forgotten words,
To the exhausted remedy, to my crying heart, to my tormenting destiny, a rebellious cry.

To calloused hands, tired eyes, broken hearts, forgotten words,
To the exhausted remedy, to my crying heart, to my tormenting destiny, a rebellious cry.

Rebellion in my heart, rebellion against my destiny.

Maraşlı is a second-hand book dealer, he knows no fear,
He's been in many battles, but his mind doesn't die,
Troubles made him strong, he sees no weakness,
He would give his life, but never his beloved.

Maraşlı is a second-hand book dealer, he knows no fear,
He's been in many battles, but his mind doesn't die,
Troubles made him strong, he sees no weakness,
He would give his life, but never his beloved.

Life is hard for some, protective for others, and disdainful for some,
It shows no mercy, life is like an anaphora,
It tries to dress an open mind in a veil,
Life goes back and forth like this, and repeats itself.

If your mind and conscience are free, don't stop, keep going,
If your mind is stuck in bigotry, believe me, there is no meaning, believe me,
Fight ignorance, don't bow down, don't be indebted,
Don't be afraid to fight, your strength is enough, believe me, strive.

To calloused hands, tired eyes, broken hearts, forgotten words,
To the exhausted remedy, to my crying heart, to my tormenting
Destiny, a rebellious cry.

To calloused hands, tired eyes, broken hearts, forgotten words,
To the exhausted remedy, to my crying heart, to my tormenting
Destiny, a rebellious cry.

Rebellion in my heart, rebellion against my destiny.

Maraşlı is a second-hand book dealer, he knows no fear,
He's been in many battles, but his mind doesn't die,
Troubles made him strong, he sees no weakness,
He would give his life, but never his beloved.

Maraşlı is a second-hand book dealer, he knows no fear,
He's been in many battles, but his mind doesn't die,
Dertler güçlü kıldı onu bir tek mahur görmez
He would give his life, but never his beloved.