Paroles et traduction Manas - Perçem Perçem

Perçem Perçem

Sabrın da bir süresi var
Kaçma benden köşe bucak
Gün Güneş'ten, gece Ay'dan
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Sabrın da bir süresi var
Kaçma benden köşe bucak
Gün Güneş'ten, gece Ay'dan
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Perçem perçem ağıt benden
Ne bulduysan dağıt benden
Kalem benden, kâğıt benden
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Perçem perçem ağıt benden
Ne bulduysan dağıt benden
Kalem benden, kâğıt benden
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Eskittiğim takvim az mı?
Gelip geçen mevsim az mı?
Yüreğine oturmaz mı?
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Eskittiğim takvim az mı?
Gelip geçen mevsim az mı?
Yüreğine oturmaz mı?
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Perçem perçem ağıt benden
Ne bulduysan dağıt benden
Kalem benden, kâğıt benden
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

Perçem perçem ağıt benden
Ne bulduysan dağıt benden
Kalem benden, kâğıt benden
Bu aşk senden sorulacak

A Lock of Hair, A Lament From Me

Patience wears thin, there’s only so much I can bear
Don’t avoid me, hiding everywhere
As day turns to night, the moon replaces the sun
You’ll be held accountable for the love we’ve spun

Patience wears thin, there’s only so much I can bear
Don’t avoid me, hiding everywhere
As day turns to night, the moon replaces the sun
You’ll be held accountable for the love we’ve spun

A lock of hair, a lament from me
Disperse all that you’ve found, set me free
The pen is mine, the paper too
You’ll be held accountable for the love we knew

A lock of hair, a lament from me
Disperse all that you’ve found, set me free
The pen is mine, the paper too
You’ll be held accountable for the love we knew

The calendars I’ve aged, are they not enough?
The seasons that have passed, are they not rough?
Won’t your heart feel the weight of it all?
You’ll be held accountable for the love we recall

The calendars I’ve aged, are they not enough?
The seasons that have passed, are they not rough?
Won’t your heart feel the weight of it all?
You’ll be held accountable for the love we recall

A lock of hair, a lament from me
Disperse all that you’ve found, set me free
The pen is mine, the paper too
You’ll be held accountable for the love we knew

A lock of hair, a lament from me
Disperse all that you’ve found, set me free
The pen is mine, the paper too
You’ll be held accountable for the love we knew