Текст и перевод песни Bandista - Her Seyin Sarkisi

Her Seyin Sarkisi

Song of Everything

Her şey herkesleşiyordu

Everything was becoming everybody

Herkes her şeyleşiyordu

Everybody was becoming everything

Tarih durmadan yazılıyordu

History was being written without stopping

Birden olanlar oldu

And then, something happened

Bir kırmızı koltukta yatarken

While we were lying on a red couch

Ekranda Dziga Vertov dönerken

Watching Dziga Vertov on the screen

Psinoza mavladı birden

Psinoza suddenly started to howl

Şaşkınlık hasıl oldu

We were all shocked

Bir çapa bir votka bir ılık meltem

A hoe, a vodka, a warm breeze

Kıbrıs'ta dört ceset bir baker'ken

Four corpses in Cyprus, and a Baker

Havariler mitler yazarken

As the Apostles were writing myths

Uyku bastırıyordu

We were getting sleepy

Meneviş'ten Glorya'ya sokakta bir votka

On the streets from Menevis to Gloria, a vodka

Kadıköy evinde Jaques Brel çalmakta

In the house in Kadikoy, Jacques Brel is playing

Temmuz oldu yaz bitti

July came, summer's over

Hoca kalk haydi

Come on, my love, let's go

Tayfa Markiz yolunda

The gang's on their way to Markiz

Yaralarım benden önce de vardı

My scars existed before me

Ben onları bedenimde taşımak için doğmuşum

I was born to carry them in my body

Her şey herkesleşiyordu

Everything was becoming everybody

Herkes her şeyleşiyordu

Everybody was becoming everything

Tarih durmadan yazılıyordu

History was being written without stopping

Birden olanlar oldu

And then, something happened

Bir kırmızı koltukta yatarken

While we were lying on a red couch

Ekranda Dziga Vertov dönerken

Watching Dziga Vertov on the screen

Psinoza mavladı birden

Psinoza suddenly started to howl

Şaşkınlık hasıl oldu

We were all shocked

Bir çapa bir votka bir ılık meltem

A hoe, a vodka, a warm breeze

Kıbrıs'ta dört ceset bir baker'ken

Four corpses in Cyprus, and a Baker

Havariler mitler yazarken

As the Apostles were writing myths

Uyku bastırıyordu

We were getting sleepy

Meneviş'ten Glorya'ya sokakta bir votka

On the streets from Menevis to Gloria, a vodka

Kadıköy evinde Jaques Brel çalmakta

In the house in Kadikoy, Jacques Brel is playing

Temmuz oldu yaz bitti

July came, summer's over

Hoca kalk haydi

Come on, my love, let's go

Tayfa Markiz yolunda

The gang's on their way to Markiz

Her şey herkesleşiyordu

Everything was becoming everybody

Herkes her şeyleşiyordu

Everybody was becoming everything

Tarih durmadan yazılıyordu

History was being written without stopping

Ve dediler ki

And they said

Ulus baker

People Baker

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