Текст и перевод песни Aşık Veysel - Sekizinci Ayın Yirmi İkisi

Sekizinci Ayın Yirmi İkisi

Sekizinci ayın yirmi ikisi
Emeklerim zay′eyledi sel benim
Sele gitti hasılatın hepisi
Emeklerim zay'eyledi sel benim

Tırtıl geldi tevekleri taladı
Sel geldi de elek elek eledi
Hasılatı çamurlara beledi
Emeklerim zay′eyledi sel benim

Bu sel bizi ne pek kötü belledi
Dümdüz etti patatesi milledi
Ne çapasın vurdu ne de belledi
Emeklerim zay'eyledi sel benim

Yağmur yağmış sel bulanık geliyor
Büyük tüccar her kalemden alıyor
Parası yok birer marka veriyor
Emeklerim zay'eyledi sel benim

Deli gönül terket diyor bostanı
Dört mısır alınca ne oldun yani
Sel için söyledim ben bu destanı
Emeklerim zay′eyledi sel benim

Hava bozuk tehlikeli bu sıra
Az kaldı iki köyü yerinden süre
Tamah ettim üç beş tane mısıra
Emeklerim zay′eyledi sel benim

Nice ırmak gördüm akar her yerde
Selden ırmak yoktur hiçbir diyarda
Ev yıkanın evi olmaz bir yerde
Emeklerim zay'eyledi sel benim

Sen bilirsin, ülke senin el senin
Veysel derler bu söyleyen kul senin
Emir senin, yağmur senin, yel senin
Emeklerim zay′eyledi sel benim

Eighth Month, Twenty-second Day

Eighth month, twenty-second day
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling
The flood washed away all the harvest
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

Caterpillars came and drilled the grapevines
The flood came and sifted it like a sieve
It turned the harvest into mud
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

This flood harassed us so badly
It flattened the potato fields
It didn't hoe or cultivate them
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

It rained and the flood came murky
The big merchant takes every item
He doesn't have money, he gives one mark each
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

My crazy heart tells me to leave the garden, my darling
What's it to you if you get four corns?
I sang this epic for the flood, my darling
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

The weather is bad, it's dangerous now, my darling
It almost swept two villages away
I coveted three or five corns
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

I've seen many rivers flowing everywhere, my darling
There is no river like the flood, my darling
Those who destroy homes won't have homes themselves, my darling
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling

You know, the country is yours, the hand is yours, my darling
They call me Veysel, this servant who speaks, my darling
The command is yours, the rain is yours, the wind is yours, my darling
My efforts were wasted by the flood, my darling