Paroles et traduction Aşık Mahzuni Şerif - İnce İnce Bir Kar Yağar

İnce İnce Bir Kar Yağar

İnce ince bir kar yağar fakirlerin yüzüne
Neden felek inanmıyor fukaranın sözüne
Öldük öldük biz açlıktan, etme ağam n′olur
Kimi mebus kimi vali, bize tahsil haramdır
Dayanamam artık senin bu yalancı pozuna
Yandık yandık bize okul, bize yol, bize hayat
Etme ağam, n'olur, n′olur, n'olur, n'olur, n′olur, n′olur
Adam mı ölür yol yapılınca
Okul olunca, hayat bulunca
N'olur, n′olur, n'olur, n′olur, n'olur
İstanbul′un benzemiyor neden o Urfalara
Yandık yandık, öldük öldük, bir yudum su
Etme ağam, n'olur
Yolsuz Maraş, susuz Urfa, ya Diyarbakırların
Öldük öldük, bir mektup yaz, yapma ağam
N'olur, n′olur, n′olur, n'olur, n′olur, n'olur
Adam mı ölür toprak verince
İnsan sevince, kendin bilince
N′olur, n'olur, n′olur, n'olur
Mahzuni senin gardaşın alma topraklarımı
Çocuklarım büyük olsun sürünmesin ortada
Biz de Allah'ın kuluyuz etme ağam n′olur
Sen anandan ben babamdan ağa doğmadık dostum
Gel beraber yaşayalım, sanma ki sana küstüm
Yandım yandım, ayrı gezme, etme gardaş
N′olur, n'olur, n′olur, n'olur, n′olur, n'olur
Adam mı ölür toprak verince
Borç ödeyince, kendin bilince
N′olur, n'olur, n'olur gardaş n′olur

Snow Falls Softly

Snow falls softly on the faces of the poor
Why, oh fate, do you not believe the words of the needy?
I am dying, dying of hunger. Oh please, have mercy on me.
Some are members of parliament, some are governors, but education is forbidden to us.
I can't stand your lies anymore.
I am burning, burning with desire for schools, roads, and life.
Please, I beg you, please, please, please.
Will men die when roads are built?
When schools are opened, when life is found?
Please, please, please, please.
Why is Istanbul so different from Urfa?
I am burning, dying, for a sip of water.
Oh please, have mercy on me.
Maraş without roads, Urfa without water, and Diyarbakır?
I am dying, write me a letter. Oh please, don't do this to me.
Please, please, please, please, please.
Will men die when land is given?
When people are happy, when they know themselves?
Please, please, please.
Mahzuni, my brother, do not take my land.
Let my children grow up and not suffer.
We are also servants of God. Oh please, have mercy on us.
You were not born a lord from your mother, and I was not born a lord from my father, my friend.
Let us live together, do not think that I am angry with you.
I am burning, do not walk away, my brother.
Please, please, please, please, please.
Will men die when land is given?
When debts are paid, when they know themselves?
Please, please, please, my brother, please.