Текст и перевод песни Barış Akarsu - Rapatma (Vira Vira)

Rapatma (Vira Vira)

Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
İndi yaylaya indi Bayburt'un dereleri
Kız nerede büyüttün o koca memeleri
Ziganadan aşağı, arabam durakladi
Habu sevdalı gönlüm Maçkada konakladi
Zigananın başina, bulutum duman duman
Seni urumun gızı, yokmudur sende iman?
Gel gidelum gidelum Trabzon maçkasina
Korkarım men seni, gız verirler başkasına
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vi, vi, vi
Gece geldim gapina, sen uyurdun uyurdun
Açmadin gapilari, beni bekletiyidun
Yayladan gelir atlar, yol kenarina otlar
Yatma yüzün üstüne, gız memelerin batlar
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Lambalari yakayi, küpeleri takayi
Çıkti camin önüne, bağa cilve yapayi
Garadenizun suyu, ne karadır garadır
Dökmüş saçlari yana bir taraftan taratur
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Güneş gelip vuruyi boyalı konaklara
Aldurayim dişumi elmali yanaklara
Kırani aşiyusun, odun mi taşiyusun
Piremi yedi seni memeni gaşiyusun
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Gitme dere yukari yırtar seni çalilar
O gürgen boylarini görür deliganlılar
Usul usul basta gel tahtalar oynamasun
Evin başından dolaş cadi anan duymasun
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vira vira vira vira
Vi, vi, vi

Rolling (Vira Vira)

Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Flow into the pasture, behind the rivers of Bayburt
Girl, where did you grow those big, bold breasts?
Below the Zigan, my car turned off
My passionate heart rested in Maçka
Above the Zigan, my clouds are smoking, hazy
You, daughter of Greeks, do you not have faith?
Come let's go let's go to Trabzon, Maçka
I'm afraid, my girl, they'll give you to another
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rol, rol, rol
I came to your door last night, and you were sleeping
You didn't open the door, and kept me waiting
Horses coming from the mountain, sitting at the edge of the road
Don't lie on your stomach, my girl, your breasts will get hurt
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Light up the lamps, put on your earrings
Go outside the mosque, and flirt with me
The waters of the Black Sea, how very dark they are, so black
Her hair spread out, being combed from one side
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
The sun rises and shines on the painted mansions
Let me take a bite out of your apple-like cheeks
You're a beautiful eagle, carrying wood? Why? You're irresistible, tickling me under my arms
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Don't go up the stream, the bushes will tear you apart
The young men will see your sweet gürgen curves
Come slowly, be gentle, so the floors don't creak
Walk around the house, so your witch mother doesn't hear
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rol, rol, rol