Текст и перевод песни Erol Evgin - Memleket Hasreti

Memleket Hasreti

Gel, gel gör hâlimi
Yaz anlat beni
Memlekete yolum düşmeyeli
Anamın elini öpmeyeli
Gül yüzlü yârimi görmeyeli
Efkârlıyım, efkârlıyım
Memlekete yolum düşmeyeli
Buz gibi suyundan içmeyeli
Ekini, buğdayı biçmeyeli
Efkârlıyım, efkârlıyım
Mor sümbüllü dağlarına
Misket kokan bağlarına
Taşlı tozlu yollarına vay
Çardağına, asmasına
Allı güllü basmasına
Oyalı da yazmasına vay
Hasret kaldım ben memleketime
Hasret kaldım aman
Hasret geldim, hasret giderim
Hasret ölürüm aman
Kekliğine, turnasına
Kavalına zurnasina
Türküsüne, koşmasına vay
Güllerine, sazlarına
Kışlarına, yazlarına
Badem gözlü kızlarına vay
Hasret kaldım ben memleketime
Hasret kaldım aman
Hasret geldim, hasret giderim
Hasret ölürüm aman
Gel, gel gör hâlimi
Yaz dertlerimi
Memlekete yolum düşmeyeli
Anamın elini öpmeyeli
Gül yüzlü yârimi görmeyeli
Efkârlıyım, efkârlıyım
Memlekete yolum düşmeyeli
Buz gibi suyundan içmeyeli
Ekini, buğdayı biçmeyeli
Efkârlıyım, efkârlıyım
Sıra sıra köylerine
Tek göz oda evlerine
Katmer açan günlerine vay
Düğününe, bayramına
Pekmezine, ayranına
Kuzusuna, ceylanına vay
Hasret kaldım ben memleketime
Hasret kaldım aman
Hasret geldim, hasret giderim
Hasret ölürüm aman
Halayına, zeybeğine
Cepkenine, gömleğine
Belde zincir kösteğine vay
Ekmeğine, toprağına
Çiçeğine, yaprağına
Dalga dalga bayrağına vay
Hasret kaldım ben memleketime
Hasret kaldım aman
Hasret geldim, hasret giderim
Hasret ölürüm aman
Sıra sıra köylerine
Tek göz oda evlerine
Katmer açan günlerine vay
Düğününe, bayramına
Pekmezine, ayranına
Kuzusuna, ceylanına vay vay vay
Halayına, zeybeğine
Cepkenine, gömleğine
Belde zincir kösteğine vay
Ekmeğine, toprağına
Çiçeğine, yaprağına
Dalga dalga bayrağına vay

My Dearest Home

My dearest darling, come see my state
And share my tale so sad
Since last I saw my home so dear
Or kissed my mother's hand, so near
Or gazed into my love's sweet eyes
I'm filled with pain and endless sighs
Since last I saw my home so dear
Or drank its water cold and clear
Or harvested its wheat so bold
I'm filled with pain and endless sighs
I long for mountains violet-hued
And vineyards fragrant, richly imbued
For dusty roads, a path oft trod
For trellises and vines, oh God
For roses blooming, red as blood
For lacy shawls and woven thread
For home, my darling, I'm instead
With longing deep, I'm filled with dread
In longing's arms, I'll lay my head
In longing's death, I'll find my bed
For partridges and doves so fair
For shepherd's pipes and drums beyond compare
For folk songs sweet and tender air
For roses香 and melodies so rare
For winters cold and summers fair
For almond-eyed maidens, beyond compare
For home, my dearest one, I yearn
With longing deep, my heart does burn
In longing's arms, I'll lay my head
In longing's death, I'll find my bed
My dearest darling, come see my state
And share my tale so sad
Since last I saw my home so dear
Or kissed my mother's hand, so near
Or gazed into my love's sweet eyes
I'm filled with pain and endless sighs
Since last I saw my home so dear
Or drank its water cold and clear
Or harvested its wheat so bold
I'm filled with pain and endless sighs
For terraced hamlets, row by row
For humble homes where love doth flow
For feasts where joy and laughter grow
For weddings bright and holidays aglow
For grape molasses, sweet as honey's glow
For tender lambs and graceful deer, so low
For home, my darling, I'm instead
With longing deep, I'm filled with dread
In longing's arms, I'll lay my head
In longing's death, I'll find my bed
For dances lively, steps so light
For traditional attire so bright
For belts and chains that gleam at night
For bread that nourishes, a pure delight
For flowers fair and leaves so green
For waving flags, a patriotic scene
For home, my dearest one, I yearn
With longing deep, my heart does burn
In longing's arms, I'll lay my head
In longing's death, I'll find my bed
For terraced hamlets, row by row
For humble homes where love doth flow
For feasts where joy and laughter grow
For weddings bright and holidays aglow
For grape molasses, sweet as honey's glow
For tender lambs and graceful deer, so low
For dances lively, steps so light
For traditional attire so bright
For belts and chains that gleam at night
For bread that nourishes, a pure delight
For flowers fair and leaves so green
For waving flags, a patriotic scene