Paroles et traduction Yılmaz Erdoğan - Yaşayabilme Ihtimali

Yaşayabilme Ihtimali

Yasayabilme ihtimali

Soguk ve sehirlerarasi
Otobüslerde vazgectim
Cocuk olmaktan
Ve beslenme çantamda
Otlu peynir kokusuydu babam...

Ben seninle birgün veyselkarani'de haslama
Yeme ihtimalini sevdim.

Ilkokulun silgi kokan, tebesir lekeli yillarinda
(Ankara'da karbonmonoksit sonbaharlar yasanirdi
O zaman) özlemeye basladim herkesi.ve bu hasret
Öyle uzun sürdü ki, adam gibi hasretleri özlemeye
Basladim sonra.

Bizim kemalettin tugcu'larimiz vardi...
Bir de camlarin bugusuna yazi yazma imkani

Yumurta kokan arkadaslarla paylasilan
Kahverengi siralarda, solculuk oynamaya basladik.
Ben doktor
Oluyordum sen hemsire, geri kalanlar kontrgerilla...
Kirmizi boyalarla umut ikliminde harfler yaziliyordu,
Pütürlü duvarlara ve türk dil kurumu'na inat bir
Türkçeyle... agbilerimizden ögrendik, s harfinden
Orak çekiç figürleri türetmeyi.

Ankara'ya usul usul karbonmonoksit yagiyordu.
Ve kapali mekanlarda sevismeyi öneriyordu
Haber bültenleri.
Oysa ankara'da hiç sevismedim ben.
Disiplin kurulunda tartisilan askim olmadi benim.
(Sinifça gidilen pikniklerde kiçimiza batan platonik
Dikenleri saymazsak.)
Ankara'ya usul usul kursun yagiyordu.ve belli bir
Saatten sonra sokaga çikmamayi öneriyordu haber
Bültenleri.oysa hiç kursun yaram olmadi benim.
Ve hiçbir mahkeme tutanaginda geçmedi adim.
Çatismalarin ortasinda sevimli bir çocuk yüzüydüm
Sadece.

Sana siirler biriktiriyordum fen bilgisi defterimde ama sen
Yoktun.ben, senin beni sevebilme ihtimalini
Seviyordum, suni tenefüs saatlerinde.okul servisi seni hep
Zamansiz, amansizca bir lojman griligine götürüyordu.ben,
Senin benimle tunali hilmi caddesine gelebilme ihtimalini
Seviyordum.

Ben, senin beni sevebilme ihtimalini seviyordum.
Yaz sicagi topraga çekiyordu tenimin çatlamaya hazir
Gevrekligini.sonra otobüs oluyordum,
Kirik yarik yollarin çare bilmez sürgünü.
Ne yana baksam dag ve denizsaniyordum Mus ovasinin yalanci
Maviligini... otobüs oluyordum bir süre.yanimizdan geçen
Kara trenlerle yarisiyordum, yanagim otobüs caminin
Garantisinde.
Otobüs oluyordum... bir ülkeden bir iç ülkeye.çocukluguma
Yaklastikça büyüyordum...
Zap suyunun sesini basina koyuyordum sarkilarimin
Listesinin.
Korkuyordum.sonra iniyordum otobüsten.çarsidan bizim
Eve giden, ömrümün en uzun, ömrümün en kisa, ömrümün
En çocuk, ömrümün en ihtiyar yolunu kosuyordum.çünkü
Sonunda annem oluyordum babam kokuyordum sonunda...

Soguk ve sehirlerarasi otobüslerde vazgeçtim,
Çocuk olmaktan.
Ve beslenme çantamda
Otlu peynir kokusuydu babam...
Ben seninle bir gün van'daki bir kahvalti salonunda...
Ben seninle (sadece bilmek zorunda kalanlarin bildigi) bir
Yol
Üstü lokantasinda...
Ben seninle, agri dagina mistik ve demli bir çay kivaminda
Bakan dogubeyazit'in herhangi bir toprak daminda...
Ben seninle herhangi bir insan elinin terli cografyasinda
Olma
Ihtimalini sevdim...

Ben senin,
Beni sevebilme ihtimalini sevdim!

The Need to Be Able to Live

The possibility of being able to live

Cold and interurban
I gave up on buses
From being a child
And in my lunchbox
It was the smell of herb cheese, dad...

I will not fuck with you one day in veyselkarani
I like the prospect of eating.

In the eraser-smelling, chalk-stained years of elementary school
(Carbon monoxide used to be experienced in autumn in Ankara
Then) I started to miss herkesi.ve this longing
It took so long to miss homesickness like a man
Then I started.

We had excellent tugcus...
And the possibility of writing on the windows today

Sharing with friends who smell of eggs
In the brown rows, we started playing left-back.
I'm the doctor
I was going to be you, nurse, the rest are counterprotesters...
Letters were being written in a climate of hope with red paints,
Despite the rough walls and the Turkish language institution, there is a
In Turkish... we learned from our parents, from the letter s
To derive sickle-hammer figures.

It was raining carbon monoxide on Ankara gradually.
And he was suggesting making love in closed places
Newsletters.
However, I have never made love in Ankara.
I didn't have a boyfriend who was discussed at the disciplinary committee.
(Platonic, which sinks into our ass at picnics that go to class
Except for the thorns.)
Let us set up a procedural course to Ankara yagiyordu.ve a certain
He suggested not to go out on the street after the hour news
Bulletins.however, I have never had a course injury.
And my name was not mentioned in any court minutes.
I was a cute child's face in the middle of conflicts
Only

I was saving up poems for you in my science notebook, but you
You weren't there.i, the possibility that you might love me
I loved it, during CPR hours.the school service always makes you
He was leading her untimely, inexorably into a grayness of lodgings.i,
The possibility that you can come to tunali hilmi street with me
I loved it.

I liked the possibility that you could love me.
The summer heat was pulling into the soil my skin was ready to crack
Its crispness.then I was becoming a bus,
The exile of the broken cleft roads knows no remedy.
No matter how I looked, I was watching the mountain and the sea, the liar of the Musa plain
The blueness of it... I was on the bus for a while.who passed by us
I was competing with the land trains, I was next to the bus mosque
It's guaranteed.
I was becoming a bus... from a country to an internal country.my childhood
I was growing up as I got closer...
I was putting the sound of zap water on the head of my songs
Of his list.
I was afraid.then I was getting off the bus.çarsidan is ours
Going home, the longest of my life, the shortest of my life, my life
The youngest, I was running the oldest path of my life.because
I was finally becoming my mother, I smelled my father at last...

I gave up on cold and intercity buses,
From being a child.
And in my lunchbox
It was the smell of herb cheese, dad...
I was with you one day in a breakfast room in van...
I am with you (only those who have to know know) a
The Road
The change is in his restaurant...
I am with you, agri dagina in a mystical and brewed tea kivam
The minister is on any soil roof of dogubeyazit...
I'm with you in the sweaty geography of any human hand
Being
I like what you need...

I'm your,
I liked the possibility that he could love me!