Küstün Mü - Ali Kınık перевод на английский

Küstün Mü

Bir tek sözüne kurban olurum
Sitem mi ettin küstün mü?
Ben senin işvene cilvene ölürüm
Selamı sabahı kestin mi?
Bir tek sözüne kurban olurum
Sitem mi ettin küstün mü?
Ben senin işvene cilvene ölürüm
Selamı sabahı kestin mi?
Her gece sokağın nârası sensin
Her sabah yüzümün karası sen
Dizimde bıçak yarası sensin
Sen belalına küstün mü?
Her gece sokağın nârası sensin
Her sabah yüzümün karası sen
Döşümde bıçak yarası sensin
Sen belalına küstün mü?
Dediler ki; Cemile sözünden döndü
Yüreğimde bir leylak yandı
Hercai gönlün kimlere kandı?
Sevdiğin benden üstün mü?
Dediler ki; Cemile sözünden döndü
Yüreğimde bir leylak yandı
Hercai gönlün kimlere kandı?
Şimdiki benden üstün mü?
Her gece sokağın nârası sensin
Her sabah yüzümün karası sen
Döşümde bıçak yarası sensin
Sen belalına küstün mü?
Her gece sokağın nârası sensin
Her sabah yüzümün karası sen
Döşümde bıçak yarası sensin
Sen belalına küstün mü?

Are You Angry

I would sacrifice myself for just one word from you
Did you reproach me, are you angry?
I would die for your coquetry and charm
Have you stopped saying hello and good morning?
I would sacrifice myself for just one word from you
Did you reproach me, are you angry?
I would die for your coquetry and charm
Have you stopped saying hello and good morning?
Every night, the sound of the street is you
Every morning, the shame on my face is you
The knife wound on my knee is you
Are you angry at your trouble?
Every night, the sound of the street is you
Every morning, the shame on my face is you
The knife wound on my chest is you
Are you angry at your trouble?
They said Cemile went back on her word
A lilac burned in my heart
Who did your fickle heart deceive?
Is your lover superior to me?
They said Cemile went back on her word
A lilac burned in my heart
Who did your fickle heart deceive?
Is your current lover superior to me?
Every night, the sound of the street is you
Every morning, the shame on my face is you
The knife wound on my chest is you
Are you angry at your trouble?
Every night, the sound of the street is you
Every morning, the shame on my face is you
The knife wound on my chest is you
Are you angry at your trouble?