Paroles et traduction Sivan Perwer - Hozan

Hozan

Lo lo lo lo
Lê lê lê lê
Ne Paşa û ne wezîrim ne muftî û ne dede me
Wez(ez) ne şêx û ne jî mîr im
Ez hozanê Gelê xwe me
Çendîn rastîyan dibînim tînim li ber we datînim Car car dikim w'ez(ez) rexnên we ji bo baştir bibe doza me navê min ji we mal û milkan mehneta we li dîyarê han gelê serok û rêberan
Hozan im Hozan
Hevalnoooooo hogirnoooooo delalnooooooo xweşewîstnooo
Car car dibim Fêkîyê Teyran
Digerim seran serî welatan
Top avêtin nava cîhan şax berdan baxçê gulistan
Diketim tura çar dewlatan
Min dixin nava zîndanan
Êşkenca axîn û lêdan
Ha hol halê me girtîyan
Gazî dikim şax bilbilan
Ji xistin nava baxê gulan
Dibe çi dibe Fêkîyê Teyran
Hozan im Hozan im
Dewletnoooo Sîyasetnoooo Komarnooooo Hukumetnoooo
Car caran zembîl firoşim silk û zembîlan difiroşim
Kolan kolan digerînim
Halê zarokan dertînim
Navêm xudana eniya kesan navêm keda destê kesan
Divê bi destê xwedî kim zar û zeç û kal û pîran
Axonooo paşanoooo kedxwarnoooo zordestnooo
Car car dibim Melayê Cizîrê diketim derya vê dîlberî
Ax dîlberî wax dîlberî mûmê dika mafê nêrî rohnî bike min dîlberî
Avek jî ava kim serê vêxwim ji destê tu dîlberî Subhanallah li wê dîlberî
Xwuda çêkir ji ez berî çendik van e parçe Xwudan
Jênager e rohniya çavan hertik dîlber ax dinêrim xweş weş diresînim rezdan berhevdikim ji bo dîwan bidim dîroka Kurdîstan Hozan im Hozan
Hozannooo dengbêjnoooo şaîrnooooo hunerdmendnoooo
Car car dibim Exmedî Xanî dikevim nav xewn û xeyalan
Dibim şewê Mem û Alan didim hespê Zina zelan ji min gurbeta Cizîra Botan
Hawar hale evîndaran
Jênagerin Beko Avan nasekin ku mafê satan
Nerindnooooo bêbextnooo fesatnooo evannoooooo gellînoo
Divêm bilind bibe doz fireh bibe çand rengîn bibe ziman
Jiber vê çêdikim va stran û awazan
Hevalno hogirno xweşewistnoooo rindiknoo hevalnoo hogirnooo azîznooo

Troubadour

Lo lo lo lo
Lay lay lay lay
I am neither a bashaw nor a vizier, not a mufti nor a juristic doctor
Nor am I a religious teacher nor a worldly lord
I am a troubadour of my own people
The truth I see and understand, I tell you again and again Sometimes I chastise you, for your own good My name does not appear deed of conveyance Neither houses, nor estates, nor meadows Are the result of my own toil within the homeland For the people of the elders, leaders and governors
I am the bard, the bard
My friend, my brother, my deceiver, my lover
Sometimes I see the wings of the birds
I beat my wings over the heads of the nations
I have brought water to the lands, planted trees in the gardens and the rose gardens
I have gone around the four regions
They threw me in prison
Tortured and beaten me
Ah, ah, the state of my imprisonment
I've become a nightingale, a songbird
From having been thrown into the rose garden
What can he do, what can the winged bird do?
I am a minstrel, I am a bard.
Statesmen, politicians, governors, governments
Sometimes I peddle baskets, I peddle silk and baskets
Village by village do I wander about
I try to understand the condition of the children
I do not beg favours from important persons, I do not kiss the hands of influential persons
With my own hands I want to reap, to gather, to sow, to winnow
Ah, those bashaws, those ruffians, those tyrants
Sometimes I see the priest of Cizire, I dive into the sea of his love
Oh, the object of my love, my beauty, who gives light to the sun, who inspires the moon to shine, wake my beauty
Wash also my head with water from your hands, my beauty, Subhanallah, for my beautiful one
God had created the beauty before me, how many particles of God are there?
The light of your eyes is bright, beauty, ah, I am yearning, I am looking at you with longing, I will compile your storybook and give it to the history of Kurdistan I am a minstrel, I am a bard
My minstrel, my troubadour, my poet, my artist
Sometimes I see Ehmedê Xanî, I fall into dreams and visions
I see the night of Mem and Zin, I see the horse of the black-eyed Zin, that's my exile in Cizira botan
Oh, the gossip of lovers
They are yearning for the Kurdish Beko, they do not know that the right of selling
The weaklings, the scoundrels, the miserable, the evil ones, the brides
Let the voice rise, let the homeland expand, let the language become colourful
Because of this I make these songs and melodies
My friend, my brother, my lover, my friend, my brother, my dear one