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Askerliğin Efkarı

Hasretlik çekilmiyor sıla özlemiyle
Bayramın birinci günü gurbet illerinde
Askerliğin efkârı basmış beni de
Doğruymuş, anam ağlar geride

Hasretlik çekilmiyor sıla özlemiyle
Bayramın birinci günü gurbet illerinde
Askerliğin efkârı basmış beni de
Doğruymuş, anam ağlar geride

Yine de sevmek, kedere gülmek
Sabreylemek düşer payıma
Ne demişler, yarın ola hayrola

Yine de sevmek, kedere gülmek
Sabreylemek düşer payıma
Ne demişler, yarın ola hayrola

Arkadaşım Mehmet gariban, mektubu elinde
Nur topu bir kızı olmuş, yazıyor içinde
Askerliğin efkârı basmış bizi de
Elbet biter sayılı gün, geçecek

Kiminin babası göçmüş, kara yas evinde
Kiminin yârini eller almış, yanıyor biçare
Askerliğin efkarı basmış beni de
Elbet biter sayılı gün, geçecek

Yine de sevmek, kedere gülmek
Sabreylemek düşer payıma
Ne demişler, yarın ola hayrola

Yine de sevmek, kedere gülmek
Sabreylemek düşer payıma
Ne demişler, yarın ola hayrola

Geçen zaman kayıp mı?
Yoksa yapmamak ayıp mı?

Yine de sevmek, kedere gülmek
Sabreylemek düşer payıma
Ne demişler, yarın ola hayrola

The Melancholy of Military Service

Longing is unbearable, with the yearning for home so strong,
The first day of Bayram, I'm in a land far away,
The melancholy of military service has gripped me too,
It's true, my mother weeps back home for me.

Longing is unbearable, with the yearning for home so strong,
The first day of Bayram, I'm in a land far away,
The melancholy of military service has gripped me too,
It's true, my mother weeps back home for me.

Still, to love, to laugh at sorrow,
To be patient, is my lot in life,
As they say, may tomorrow bring good fortune.

Still, to love, to laugh at sorrow,
To be patient, is my lot in life,
As they say, may tomorrow bring good fortune.

My friend Mehmet, the poor fellow, a letter in his hand,
He's got a beautiful baby girl, he writes inside,
The melancholy of military service has gripped us too,
It will surely end, the days are numbered, it will pass.

Someone's father has passed away, mourning fills their home,
Someone's sweetheart has been taken by another, he burns, the poor man,
The melancholy of military service has gripped me too,
It will surely end, the days are numbered, it will pass.

Still, to love, to laugh at sorrow,
To be patient, is my lot in life,
As they say, may tomorrow bring good fortune.

Still, to love, to laugh at sorrow,
To be patient, is my lot in life,
As they say, may tomorrow bring good fortune.

Is time lost?
Or is it a shame not to do it?

Still, to love, to laugh at sorrow,
To be patient, is my lot in life,
As they say, may tomorrow bring good fortune.