Текст и перевод песни Grejuva - Kelek Karpuz (feat. Saian)

Kelek Karpuz (feat. Saian)

Bu memleketin çaldığı, sonuncu şeydi uykum
Sabah sular da gözümdeydi, yatağında durgun
Bi' sağ, bi' sol bu devletin, helali vurgun
Atamın büstü gibi, kaskatıydı yumruğum
Erzurum'dan İstanbul'a, ordu vatanı arşınlar
İzmir'den denize düş ve yüz İtalya karşında
Sor bir hangi şehit yüzü, gömülü evinin harcında?
Ilaç şimdi tutmadı, yanlış Gülhane Parkı'nda
Az insan farkında, toprak verdi liberaller
USA'den türedi kovboy şapkalı federaller
Oğluna yat ısmarla, kat çıkar bu generaller
Padişahın sırtını okşasın hamamda hanımeller
Yandım annem, hep ezdi bizi hiyerarşi
Rekabeti sevmedim, sen haram yersen helalsin
Mehmet Akif'in dediği ikinci kıtada celalsin
Yedinci kıtada kıt'a dur, melek yüzlü ecelsin

Budunsal cinayet, toplu beyin ölümleri
Ve belki; kıble nerde? (Nerde)
Kalbin kıbledir, münafık perde
Şol gözünde, at arpadan ölsün derde
Deva kapital mamafih, kapansın bu perde
Nostradamus'dan medet um, uman da namustan
Sabi sübyan doğra nesil, uyanır kabustan
Karanlık ati, doğdum diye annem katil
Palestine'de fişi çekip tak! topla nakit
Pastil yut, gargarayla memleket sallansın astar
Istemez, "direkt yüz versen?" nah! bazuka mortal
Kazı kazanla belkim ödenir şehit asker diyeti
Feshet hüviyetimden eşgalim aksak beat'in
Üstadım söylemişti, 1789 Fransız İhtilali
Umut verip sonra dut gibi kurutuverdi
Elim, avcum boş bir bardak soğuk gargara
Duayla yağmur yağsa, bedduamla kopar yaygara

Watermelon Cantaloupe (feat. Saian)

This country stole my last thing, my sleep
My eyes were watery in the morning, stagnant in my bed
The right and left of this state, the profit is a robbery
My fist was frozen like my grandfather's bust
From Erzurum to Istanbul, the army measures the homeland
Fall into the sea from Izmir and swim against Italy
Ask any martyr's face, buried in the mortar of his home?
The medicine didn't work this time, Gülhane Park was wrong
Few people are aware, the land was given by the liberals
Cowboy-hatted federals emerged from the USA
Order a bed for your son, these generals get a share
Let the ladies stroke the Sultan's back in the bath
I burned, my mother, hierarchy always oppressed us
I didn't like competition, you are halal if you eat haram
You are majesty in the second verse of Mehmet Akif's
Stop in the seventh verse, you are a beautiful-faced angel of death

National murder, mass brain deaths
And perhaps; where is the qiblah? (Where)
Your heart is the qiblah, hypocrite curtain
In your left eye, may the horse die of barley
Remedy capital anyway, close this curtain
Seek help from Nostradamus, who expects honor
Sabi children, the generation is slaughtered, they wake up from the nightmare
Dark horse, my mother is a murderer because I was born
Unplug and plug the plug in Palestine, collect cash
Swallow lozenges, let the country swing with gargles
Do not want, "If you give a direct face?" nah! bazooka mortal
Perhaps the martyr's diet will be paid with scratch tickets
Cancel my identity from my criminal record, my description is lame beat
My master had said, 1789 French Revolution
Gave hope and then dried up like a mulberry
My hands and palms are an empty cup of cold gargle
If it rains with prayer, my curse will cause an uproar