Текст и перевод песни Kayahan - Gurbette Akşam

Gurbette Akşam

Soldu güneşim, hüzün yine
Gün batıyor gurbette
Ve büyüyor gitgide
Yalnızlığım içimde
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam, sohbete dost yok
Sesler yabancı, yüzler yabancı
Üstümde uçan kuşlar yabancı, oof
Kaç akşam daha var, kim bilir
Bitmez akşamların gurbeti, oof
Buram buram tüter gözümde
Evim, evimde sevdiklerim
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam, sohbete dost yok
Gurbette bir başıma
Dalmışım uzaklara
Bitmeyen akşamlarda
Şeytan "Durma, dön", diyor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam, sohbete dost yok
Sesler yabancı, yüzler yabancı
Üstümde uçan kuşlar yabancı, oof
Kaç akşam daha var, kim bilir
Bitmez akşamların gurbeti, oof
Buram buram tüter gözümde
Evim, evimde sevdiklerim
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam, sohbete dost yok
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam, sohbete dost yok
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam çok zor, çok zor
Gurbette akşam, sohbete dost yok

An Evening in Exile

My sun has set, sorrow again
The sun is setting in exile
And it's growing
My loneliness inside
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile, there is no friend to talk to
Voices are foreign, faces are foreign
The birds flying above me are foreign, oof
How many more evenings are there, who knows
The exile of the evenings is endless, oof
My eyes fill with smoke
My home, my loved ones at home
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile, there is no friend to talk to
Alone in exile
I am lost in the distance
On endless evenings
The devil says, "Don't stop, turn around"
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile, there is no friend to talk to
Voices are foreign, faces are foreign
The birds flying above me are foreign, oof
How many more evenings are there, who knows
The exile of the evenings is endless, oof
My eyes fill with smoke
My home, my loved ones at home
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile, there is no friend to talk to
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile, there is no friend to talk to
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile is very difficult, very difficult
An evening in exile, there is no friend to talk to