Paroles et traduction Saian - Boykot

Boykot

Açlık fakirin kankası, işsizlik can tarlası
Özelleştiğimizden beri, hastane kan bankası
Uyum süreci dedikleri, köleliğin ön tekeri
Emekçiye yapıştır 4C′yi, böylece göm tekeli

Öğrencinin harcı olur, sırtında bir ateş topu
Panzerler ve pankartlar, biber gazı, polis copu
Kaldırmaz ki kıçını kimisi, dünya ona tatlı
"Üniversiteler sizin değil, bilimin" diyene gözaltı

Kaçılın, burada rap müzikle gelen açılım
15'inci madde kalksın, dinsin acısı kaç yılın
Ülke benim, dil benim; fakat karnımda sancı
Zira beni eğittiğiniz dil benim değil, yabancı

Fetva verir der ki "Faiz haram, alma asla"
Birisi çıkıp cevap versin, kimin lan Bank Asya?!
Salya sümük ağla, ormanındayız biz kanlı kayın
Yaşadığın çiftlik kimin?
Bak sen, o da FBI′ın!

I'm in the game to play
Stronger than ever

Babama sordum, dedim ki:
"Sen nasıl babasın be more?
Ne gemim var benim, ne de çürük raporum be more!"
Bizim burada askerden kaçana hain derler
Nedense mayın tarlasında, hep gariban terler!

Memurdaki kazık kalır, İngiliz'e yalı
Asker etine saplanan mermiler, Amerikan malı
İşsiz kalmazdım belki ben de, olsaydım bir mürit
3.5 milyon işsiz, çöz bunu, al; bol minüt!

Sanatçı demeye dilin varmaz, hepsi dalkavuk
Grev hakkı bizim, ağır yaramız üstü kan kabuk
Cici çocuklara gelir tavrım biraz arogan
Siz caddede tur atın, biz Tandoğan′da slogan

Yozlaşmanın sebebi; cinsel, toplumsal baskı
Cinsi ayrımcılık bizim alnımızda yazgı
Hepsi bizim kavgamız: ana, bacı, soy, sop...
Ben Saian Sakulta yani Türkçe sözlü boykot!
Oh my god!

I′ll tell you straight up
I'll tell you straight up

Boycott

Hunger the poor man’s blood brother, unemployment the grim reaper
Since we’ve been privatized, the hospital is a blood bank
The so-called integration process is the first cog in the wheel of slavery
Brand the workers with 4C, bury the monopoly thus

Tuition’s the student’s ball and chain, a fire on his back
Tanks and banners, pepper spray and police batons
Some just won’t get off their butts, the world’s so sweet to them
“The universities aren’t yours, they belong to science.” Those who say that get arrested

Get out of here, here’s the overture to rap music
Article 15 must go, let the pain of all these years subside
The country’s mine, the language is mine; but my stomach’s in pain
Because the language you taught me is not mine, it’s foreign

The fatwa says, “Interest is forbidden, never collect it.”
Someone jump in and answer me, whose is Bank Asya then?!
Weep and wail, we’re in the depths of a dense forest all alone
Whose farm do you live on?
Look, it’s the FBI’s too!

I'm in the game to play
Stronger than ever

I asked my dad, I said:
"What kind of father are you, man?
I don’t have a yacht or a bogus medical report, man!”
In our country, those who avoid military service are called traitors
But somehow or other, it’s always the poor who sweat it out in minefields!

The civil servant takes a beating, the Brits get a mansion
The bullets that pierce soldiers’ flesh are American-made
Maybe I wouldn’t be unemployed if I were a disciple
3.5 million unemployed, you sort it out – you’ve got plenty of time!

You hate to call them artists, they’re all yes-men
The right to strike is ours, our grievous injury still bleeds
My attitude towards nice boys is a little arrogant
You cruise the boulevards, we chant slogans at Tandoğan

The reason for corruption is sexual and social suppression
Sexual discrimination is our destiny
All this is our struggle: mother, sister, clan, tribe...
I’m Saian Sakulta, the Turkish-dialect boycott!
Oh my god!

I′ll tell you straight up
I'll tell you straight up