Текст и перевод песни Mahmut Tuncer - Fukara

Fukara

Gül ekse poyraz vurur şansı yok fukaranın
Baharı kışa döner yazı yok fukaranın
Gül ekse poyraz vurur şansı yok fukaranın
Baharı kışa döner yazı yok fukaranın (fukara,fukara)

Fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadın vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara
Vay fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadın vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara
Fukara fukara

Derdu var kucak kucak dokunsan ağlayacak
Kış gününde saracak bezi yok fukaranın
Derdu var kucak kucak dokunsan ağlayacak
Kış gününde yakacak odunu yok fukaranın (fukara,fukara)

Fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadın vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara
Vay fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadın vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara
Fukara fukara

Gariplik genç yaşında çok bela var başında
Ekmeğinde aşında tuzu yok fukaranın
Yoksulluk genç yaşında çok bela var başında
Ekmeğinde aşında tuzu yok fukaranın(fukara,fukara)

Fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadın vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara
Vay fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadın vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara

Vay fukara le fukara yazı bilmez fukara
Felek tokadı vurmuş yüzü gülmez fukara
Fukara fukara

Fukara

Plant a rose and the north wind blows, the poor man has no luck
Spring turns into winter, summer is not for the poor man
Plant a rose and the north wind blows, the poor man has no luck
Spring turns into winter, summer is not for the poor man (poor man, poor man)

Poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate has slapped him, the poor man's face doesn't smile
Oh poor man, poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate has slapped him, the poor man's face doesn't smile
Poor man, poor man

He has worries, enough to fill his arms, if you touch him he'll cry
On a winter's day, the poor man has no cloth to wrap himself in
He has worries, enough to fill his arms, if you touch him he'll cry
On a winter's day, the poor man has no firewood to burn (poor man, poor man)

Poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate has slapped him, the poor man's face doesn't smile
Oh poor man, poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate has slapped him, the poor man's face doesn't smile
Poor man, poor man

Destitution at a young age, there's much trouble on his head
There's no salt in his bread and soup, the poor man
Poverty at a young age, there's much trouble on his head
There's no salt in his bread and soup, the poor man (poor man, poor man)

Poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate has slapped him, the poor man's face doesn't smile
Oh poor man, poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate has slapped him, the poor man's face doesn't smile

Oh poor man, poor and poor, summer, poor man don't know
Fate's slap has struck him, the poor man's face doesn't smile
Poor man, poor man