Текст и перевод песни Musa Eroğlu - Turnaların Göçü

Turnaların Göçü

Hasreti bize bıraktın bu üzülen senin
Umudu güze bıraktın bu hazan senin
Tabibsiz derdime durnam dertler bağladın
Garip garip ötme durnam bu çağlar senin
Garip garip ötme durnam bu çağlar senin
Gitme durnam sarı durnam bu dağlar senin
Gitme benim telli durnam bu bağlar senin
Yüreğim yaralı durnam bu bağlar senin
Ulu dağlar yüce dağlar bu yollar senin
Yanık yanık sesin gelir bu diller senin
Turnaların diyarına bir selam götür
Geçip gideceğin durnam bu yollar senin
Göçüp gideceğin durnam bu yollar senin
Gitme durman sarı durnam bu dağlar senin
Gitme benim telli durnam bu bağlar senin
Yüreğim yaralı durnam bu bağlar senin
Gitme durman sarı durnam bu dağlar senin
Gitme benim telli durnam bu bağlar senin
Yüreğim yaralı durnam bu bağlar senin
Gitme durman sarı durnam bu dağlar senin
Gitme benim telli durnam bu bağlar senin...

Migration of Cranes

You left me with longing, this sadness is yours
You left hope for the beautiful, this autumn is yours
Healer of my pain, my crane, you tied me to troubles
Don't cry out so strangely, my crane, these are your calls
Don't cry out so strangely, my crane, these are your calls
Don't go, my crane, my yellow crane, these mountains are yours
Don't go, my stringed crane, these vineyards are yours
My heart is wounded, my crane, these vineyards are yours
Great mountains, high mountains, these paths are yours
Your burnt voice reaches, these tongues are yours
Take a greeting to the land of cranes
These paths are yours, my crane, that you will pass
These paths are yours, my crane, that you will migrate
Don't go, my crane, my yellow crane, these mountains are yours
Don't go, my stringed crane, these vineyards are yours
My heart is wounded, my crane, these vineyards are yours
Don't go, my crane, my yellow crane, these mountains are yours
Don't go, my stringed crane, these vineyards are yours
My heart is wounded, my crane, these vineyards are yours
Don't go, my crane, my yellow crane, these mountains are yours
Don't go, my stringed crane, these vineyards are yours...