Paroles et traduction Kinyas Oz - O Kadın Benim

O Kadın Benim

Kadın cinayetleri, çocuklara tecavüz, hırsızlık, gasp, aile içi şiddet ve kan!
32 bıçak, darbesiyle göğsüm delik deşik öldüm aklım çocuklarımda bak!
Omuzlarda tabut, 5 yaşında kızım, dayak yediğim kocamdan kalan göz yaşıyım
Zaten kimsem yokken, soğuk bastırmışken, evimde çocuklar aç, ağlayıp dururken

Zalimle yatan, paraya tapan bir neslin arasında gözden uzakta ölen beden benim
Günahsız sabimle dilendirilen benim, sokaklarda çıplak ayak üşürken cılız bedenim
Pet shoplarda öksüz kalan yavru kediler gibi sokaklarda satılan o çıplak beden benim
Yağmurdan kaçarken şerefsize tutunan, dost dediklerinden kazık yiyen kadın da benim
Koca dayağı ve korkusundan, sabahlara kadar çalışan o köle kadın benim
Gururu aşkına tercih eden sevgilinin geride bıraktığı yerde yatan cansız bedenim

Şiir kusacak gibi oluyorum
Düşünce düşünülen düşünceler kusacak gibi
Her soluşumda görürken caniliği ve suskun kalan adaleti, sorguluyorum kendimi (Her şeyi)
Katiller büyük müydü bedenlerden
Küfürler büyük müydü küçük odalarımızdan sokaklara taşan şarkılardan
Yanlışa göz yummak, doğruyu savunmaktan büyük olabilir miydi
Ve vaatler büyük olabilir miydi adaletin keskin kaleminden

Buralardan ırak, hayaller kurak
Egomuzu yakıp sonra dağlardan savurak
Kırak bendimizi, böyle gitmez de ki
Yolunda olmayan ne varsa yoluna koyak

Kim gördüyse, kim sustuysa, kim suçlu, kim yanlış ve de kim doğruysa
Issız sokaklarda düşe kalka hayatı tutan ellerini yumruk yap savaş tüm dünyayla

Ey basın, her basım
Arkasından ağlayan öksüz kızı yazın
Ey Adalet keskin tut kılıcı çünkü
Son bir yılda ölen en az 430 kadın

Buralardan ırak, hayaller kurak
Egomuzu yakıp sonra dağlardan savurak
Kırak bendimizi, böyle gitmez de ki
Yolunda olmayan ne varsa yoluna koyak

Kim gördüyse, kim sustuysa, kim suçlu, kim yanlış ve de kim doğruysa
Issız sokaklarda düşe kalka hayatı tutan ellerini yumruk yap savaş tüm dünyayla

Ey basın, her basım
Arkasından ağlayan öksüz kızı yazın
Ey Adalet keskin tut kılıcı çünkü
Son bir yılda ölen en az 430 kadın

Buralardan ırak, hayaller kurak
Egomuzu yakıp sonra dağlardan savurak
Kırak bendimizi, böyle gitmez de ki
Yolunda olmayan ne varsa yoluna koyak

Kim gördüyse, kim sustuysa, kim suçlu, kim yanlış ve de kim doğruysa
Issız sokaklarda düşe kalka hayatı tutan ellerini yumruk yap savaş tüm dünyayla

Ey basın, her basım
Arkasından ağlayan öksüz kızı yazın
Ey Adalet keskin tut kılıcı çünkü
Son bir yılda ölen en az 430 kadın

That Woman is Mine

Femicide, child molestation, theft, extortion, domestic violence and blood!
32 knife wounds, my chest perforated, I died, my mind on my children, look!
Coffin on shoulders, my 5-year-old daughter, tears from the husband who beat me
With no one left for me, in the cold, my children hungry at home, crying and crying

Among a generation that sleeps with the wicked, worships money, and dies forgotten, I am that body
My innocent patience is what is begged with, my thin body shivering barefoot in the streets
Like orphaned kittens in pet shops, that naked body sold in the streets is mine
Running from the rain, clinging to a scoundrel, the woman who was stabbed by her so-called friends is also me
Beaten and frightened by her husband, that slave woman who worked until dawn is me
Choosing pride over love, that lifeless body left behind by her lover is mine

I feel like throwing up poetry
Thoughts thought out thoughts vomit
With every breath I see the savagery and the silent justice, I question myself (everything)
Were the killers bigger than the bodies
Were the curses bigger than the songs spilling out of our small rooms into the streets
Could turning a blind eye be bigger than defending the truth
And could promises be bigger than the sharp pen of justice

Far from here, dreams are barren
Burning our egos and scattering them from the mountains
Break our pride, it can't go on like this
Let's put everything that's wrong back on track

Whoever saw it, whoever kept quiet, who is guilty, who is wrong and who is right
In deserted streets, falling and rising, hold your hands and fight the whole world that holds life

Oh press, every press
Write about the orphaned daughter who cries behind
Oh Justice, keep your sword sharp because
At least 430 women have died in the last year

Far from here, dreams are barren
Burning our egos and scattering them from the mountains
Break our pride, it can't go on like this
Let's put everything that's wrong back on track

Whoever saw it, whoever kept quiet, who is guilty, who is wrong and who is right
In deserted streets, falling and rising, hold your hands and fight the whole world that holds life

Oh press, every press
Write about the orphaned daughter who cries behind
Oh Justice, keep your sword sharp because
At least 430 women have died in the last year

Far from here, dreams are barren
Burning our egos and scattering them from the mountains
Break our pride, it can't go on like this
Let's put everything that's wrong back on track

Whoever saw it, whoever kept quiet, who is guilty, who is wrong and who is right
In deserted streets, falling and rising, hold your hands and fight the whole world that holds life

Oh press, every press
Write about the orphaned daughter who cries behind
Oh Justice, keep your sword sharp because
At least 430 women have died in the last year