Текст и перевод песни Ahmet Kaya - Kadınlar

Kadınlar

Üç etekli, ak pusulu, türkü bakışlı
Kadınlar yürüyor dağlara doğru
Leylak moru, gül kurusu dağlara doğru
Özlemlerle acılarla bir Anadolu
Sivas′lımı Urfa'lımı bilemem gayri
Kadınlar kadınlar dağlara doğru
Kadınlar kadınlar dağlara doğru
Dağlara dağlara dağlara doğru
Çalı çırpı, sıla gurbet dağlara doğru
Sarı sıcak, ak cibinlik dağlara doğru
Ordu, ordu çekip gider ay çiçekleri
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bilemezler avcının kim olduğunu
Sezmişler düşmanın kokusunu
Kadınlar kadınlar dağlara doğru
Özlemlerle acılarla bir Anadolu
Bu sıtmalı gecelere bu beşikleri
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Dağlara dağlara dağlara doğru
Çalı çırpı, sıla gurbet dağlara doğru
Sarı sıcak, ak cibinlik dağlara doğru
Ordu, ordu çekip gider ay çiçekleri
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi
Bakma turaç, bakma bana, bakma el gibi

Women

Three women in skirts, pure and innocent, with beautiful eyes like a song
Walking towards the mountains
Lilac purple, rose pink towards the mountains
Yearning and pain, an Anatolian land
I don't know anymore, are they from Sivas or Urfa
Women, women, towards the mountains
Women, women, towards the mountains
Towards the mountains, towards the mountains, towards the mountains
Thorns and scrub, home and exile towards the mountains
Yellow heat, white mosquito nets towards the mountains
An army, an army marches on
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
They don't know who the hunter is
They have sensed the enemy's scent
Women, women, towards the mountains
Yearning and pain, an Anatolian land
These cradles for feverish nights
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Towards the mountains, towards the mountains, towards the mountains
Thorns and scrub, home and exile towards the mountains
Yellow heat, white mosquito nets towards the mountains
An army, an army marches on
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger
Don't look, francolin, don't look at me like a stranger