Текст и перевод песни Grup Yorum - Çatal Çama

Çatal Çama

çatal çama kurşun attım geçmedi
Ali efe'ye ayran verdim içmedi
öşürcü yakup elime geçmedi
Teke bıçak tırpan gibi biçmedi

Kova kova çapulama kum doldu
Silahlarım senin için gün doldu
öşürcüler bizim köyden kovuldu
Düşmanlarım dumanlara boğuldu

Forked Pine

I shot a bullet into the forked pine, it didn't go through
I offered Ali Efe buttermilk, he didn't drink it
The tithe collector Yakup didn't get into my hands
The Tekes didn't cut like a knife or a scythe

The buckets are filled with sand from the looting
My guns are loaded for you
The tithe collectors were driven out of our village
My enemies choked on the smoke