Paroles et traduction Şevval Sam - Ahmedum

Ahmedum

Çıkamadum çol varoşun duzina
Düğün olur gelinina kizina
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy

Gelin edup bakamadum yuzina
Senden sonra gelin görmem Ahmedum
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy

Bülbül öter ilga eder dalini
Ördek yüzer dalga eder gölini
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy

Gittun mesken ettun Kirum eluni
Bundan sonra daha koymam Ahmedum
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy
Yaz gelende yaylalarun yeşili
Kış gelende mısırlarun seçili
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy

Bizum köyün kiz gelini puşili
Bundan sonra puşi takmam Ahmedum
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy
Nokta ana etsun bir tava helva
Toplanup yesunler Emine Heva
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy
Ağlama validem yureğum sava
Bir tükenmez derde düştüm Ahmedum
Oy ana oy ben ne edeyim
Bu dert ile nerelere gideyim
Ooy oy oy

Ahmedum

I couldn't get out of the dusty city
Where there are weddings for brides and daughters
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh

I got married but couldn't see your face
After you, I won't see any other bride, my Ahmed
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh

The nightingale sings and shakes the branch
The duck swims and ripples the lake
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh

You went and made Crimea your home
I won't let you go anymore, my Ahmed
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh
When summer comes, the meadows are green
When winter comes, the corns are ripe
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh

The girls and brides of my village wear headscarves
I won't wear a headscarf anymore, my Ahmed
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh
Mother, make a pan of halva
Let's gather and eat it, Emine and Heva
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh
Don't cry, my mother, my heart hurts
I've fallen into a deep, endless pain, my Ahmed
Oh mother, what am I going to do?
Where will I go with this pain?
Ooh, oh, oh