Paroles et traduction Umay Umay - Affet

Affet

Affet kendini, kirilan gururu affet
Yapma ne olur kirilan gururu affet

Gözüne yapisip kuruyan yasi
Kalbine oturan siyah kisi
Askini sirtindan vuran tasi affet

Bunu yap! ölmüycez tamam mi
Çok küstügün, terkettigin, yirtip attigin siirini affet
Kalemi kanatan defterleri
Sesini vuran ask sarkilarini
Içini acitan karanligi, vazgeçtigin yatagini affet

Yapma nolur nolur affet
Onlar incinir elbet
Yapma nolur bekle sabret
Hayat utanir elbet
Ask vurur gögsüm yikilmaz
Siir onlari yakmaz

O korkak büyücülerin yikadigi rüyalar
A-A sana uymaz artik
O korkak masalcilarin oynadigi oyunlar
A-A sana uymaz artik
O korkak gecelerin palavradan sevismeleri
Olmaza-A sana uymaz artik

Bosver, bosver onlari kirilan aynayi affet
Imm kizma aynaya, kanayan yaralari affet
Yüzünü çarptigin duvarlari
Paçanana bulasan çamurlari
Saçini kesen pis krallari
Kirilan bilegi kalbini affet

Mavi teninde yalniz kalmis
Hasret yarasi kabuk baglamis
Islattigi yastik sararmis
Yagmurlardan çok aglamis

O daglari, utançlari
Yetim kalmis çarsaflari
Annemizin duasini
Canin isterse beni de affet

Ben hala
Dönecek yerim de kalmamis ya diyenlerle sevisiyorum
Affet kendini
Bik onlardan
Birak onlari

Forgive

Forgive yourself, forgive my broken pride
Please forgive my broken pride

Forgive the tears that dried in my eyes
The spear that entered my heart
Forgive the stone that broke your love

Do it! we'll not die, ok?
Forgive your poem that you hated, left and ripped
Your notebooks that made your pencils bleed
Your love songs that hurt your voice
Forgive the darkness that hurt you, your bed that you gave up

Please please forgive them
They will be hurt for sure
Please please be patient
Life will be ashamed for sure
Love will beat, my chest won't break
Poetry won't burn me

The broken dreams of those cowardly wizards
They don't suit you anymore
The games played by those cowardly storytellers
They don't suit you anymore
The lies of those cowardly nights
They don't suit you anymore

Forget it, forget it, forgive the broken mirror
Don't be mad at the mirror, forgive your bleeding wounds
Forgive the walls you bumped into
Forgive the mud that stuck to your legs
Forgive the dirty kings who cut your hair
Forgive your broken heart

All alone on your blue skin
Your homesick wound has scabbed
Your tear-soaked pillow has yellowed
You've cried more than the rains

Forgive those mountains, those hates
Forgive those orphaned linens
Forgive our mother's prayer
If you want, forgive me too

I'm still
Making love to those who say they have no place to go
Forgive yourself
Be tired of them
Leave them