Paroles et traduction Saian - Feleğin Çemberine 40 Kurşun

Feleğin Çemberine 40 Kurşun

Ben Meksikalıyım, adım Emiliano Zapata
Toprak ve özgürlük dedim, yok devrildi Huerta
İranlıyım, bizzat köreltip ben onca beyni
Karanlığa gömdüm adım Ayetullah Humeyni

Benim bir rüyam var adım Martin Luther King
Bakın demokrasi benle beraber öldü, ben Hrant Dink
Merhaba adım Barrack Obama, çakmasıyım Luther King′in
Sulh için gelmiştim on binlerce sivili kestim, ficktim

Ben bir dağım bana derler ki Sierra Maestra
Devrim ateşi burda yandı hah sonrası gerilla
Özgürlük vadettiniz dünyaya nerde hani
Emperyalizme kafa tutan bendim ben Mahatma Gandhi

Ben bir akarsuyum adım Kızıldere suyum kan
30 Mart günüydü gördüklerim kanlı katliam
En büyük psikopat benim adım Adolf kansızım
Öldüm ama fikirlerim hah dirildi ansızın

Adım Amadou Diallo, tam on dokuz kurşun yedim
Yargısız infaz gördüm, çünkü ben bir göçmenim
Sivastaydım katledildim, Halepçe'ydim terk edildim
Maraş, Dersim üstünde dumandım sebebi ırk ve din

Her nasılsa mizacınız hem demokrat hem de nurcu
Benim failim hala meçhul adım Uğur Mumcu
Anadoluydum insanlığa bir çocuk doğurdum
Kan mevsimindeydik adını MUSTAFA KEMAL koydum

Ses gelir derinden, kompradorlar kavrar belinden
Birleşirsek sesimiz oynatır dünyayı yerinden
Lümpen boş boğaz, dil kanas, bas tam gaz randıman
Ozanın sazı devlete tırpan olur, kazan kaldıran

Bozkır′da baldıran, çocuğa saldıran göt veren şebek
Her boka alkış tutmak demek liberal siyaset demek
Sendikaları kapatan, vatandan bahseden sonra satan
Uyuşturucuya çanak tutan, dört mevsim kar yağdıran

Emekçinin evinin dört duvarı çıplak kiremit
Evine ekmek alacak meydanlarda sisteme direnip
Dizlerinin üstünde yaşamaktansa, ayakta ölmek yeğdir
Hayatımın filmi nedir? 71, bir avuç dinamit

Kapital iktisat, YÖK ve RTÜK düştü bir de medya
Tertiplenen oyun sahnede, türü de tragedya
Lokavt bir hak değil garabet çekip grev halayı
Basın kime yarandı siktir, iş birlikçi alayı

40 Bullets to the Wheel of Fate

I am a Mexican, my name is Emiliano Zapata
Land and freedom I said, and Huerta fell
I am Iranian, I personally lobotomized so many brains
I buried them in darkness, my name is Ayatollah Khomeini

I have a dream, my name is Martin Luther King
Look, democracy died with me, I am Hrant Dink
Hello, my name is Barrack Obama, I am the counterfeit of Luther King
I came for peace, I killed tens of thousands of civilians, I fucked them

I am a mountain, they call me Sierra Maestra
The fire of revolution burned here, hah, then came the guerrillas
You promised freedom to the world, where is it, huh?
I am Mahatma Gandhi, who stood up to imperialism

I am a river, my name is Kızıldere, my water is blood
It was March 30th, what I saw was a bloody massacre
Adolf, the greatest psychopath is me, I am bloodless
I am dead, but my ideas, hah, were revived suddenly

My name is Amadou Diallo, I was shot nineteen times
I was extrajudicially executed because I am an immigrant
I was in Sivas, I was massacred, I was in Halepçe, I was abandoned
Maraş, Dersim, I was the smoke above them, the reason was race and religion

Somehow your temperament is both democratic and Nurcu
My killer is still unknown, my name is Uğur Mumcu
I was Anatolia, I gave birth to a child for humanity
It was the season of blood, I named him MUSTAFA KEMAL

A voice comes from deep within, the comprador grabs you by the waist
If we unite, our voice will move the world from its place
A loudmouth, eloquent, your tongue bleeds, step on the gas, efficiency
The poet's saz becomes a scythe for the state, a cauldron lifter

Hemlock in the steppe, a bastard who attacks children, a brainless idiot
To applaud everything means liberal politics
Closing down unions, talking about the homeland and then selling it out
Supporting drugs, snowing all four seasons

The worker's house has four bare cement walls
To buy bread for his house, he resists the system in the squares
Rather than live on his knees, it is better to die on his feet
What is the film of my life? 71, a Fistful of Dynamite

Capital economics, YÖK and RTÜK, and the media have fallen
A rigged play on stage, its genre is tragedy
Lockout is not a right, it is an absurdity, pull a strike dance
Who the press was created for, fuck it, a bunch of collaborators