Текст и перевод песни Mustafa Ceceli - Limon Çiçekleri (Limon Mix)

Limon Çiçekleri (Limon Mix)

Ya Rabbi duy, duyur sesimi
Anlamıyor çaresizliğimi
Ya Rabbi el ver, ya Rabbi
Uzakta, çok uzakta, güneyde
Yazları sıcacık ve âşık
Kışları soğuk ve sensiz
Bir şehir ve ben üşüyoruz
"Bi′ uğrasan", diyoruz
İklimini getirsen
Bereketini, bolluğunu
Örtsen üzerimize
Havalansa yine zil çalan eteklerin
Gelip otursa gözlerime göz bebeklerin
Öperken içsem ağzının çiçek balını
Günahını boynuma, seni koynuma alsam
Hem zehrim hem şehrim, limon çiçeklerim olsan
Ben görmedim böyle alımı, çalımı
Ya Rabbi duy, duyur sesimi
Anlamıyor kimsesizliğimi
Ya Rabbi yetiş, ya Rabbi
Ya Rabbi duy, duyur sesimi
Anlamıyor çaresizliğimi
Ya Rabbi el ver, ya Rabbi
Havalansa yeni zil çalan eteklerin
Gelip otursa gözlerime göz bebeklerin
Öperken içsem ağzının çiçek balını
Günahını boynuma, seni koynuma alsam
Hem zehrim hem şehrim, limon çiçeklerim olsan
Ben görmedim böyle alımı, çalımı
Ya Rabbi duy, duyur sesimi
Anlamıyor kimsesizliğimi
Ya Rabbi yetiş, ya Rabbi
Ya Rabbi duy, duyur sesimi
Anlamıyor çaresizliğimi
Ya Rabbi el ver, ya Rabbi
Ya Rabbi duy, duyur sesimi
Anlamıyor çaresizliğimi
Ya Rabbi yetiş, ya Rabbi

Lemon Blossoms (Lemon Mix)

Oh Lord, hear me, make my voice heard
She doesn't understand my helplessness
Oh Lord, lend a hand, oh Lord
Far away, so far, in the south
Summers are warm and loving
Winters are cold and without you
A city and I are freezing
"Just drop by," we say
If you could bring your climate
Your fertility, your abundance
Cover us with it
If your skirts with ringing bells would fly again
If your pupils would come and sit in my eyes
If I could drink the flower honey from your lips while kissing
If I could take your sin upon my neck, and you into my arms
If you could be my poison and my city, my lemon blossoms
I've never seen such grace, such charm
Oh Lord, hear me, make my voice heard
She doesn't understand my loneliness
Oh Lord, reach out, oh Lord
Oh Lord, hear me, make my voice heard
She doesn't understand my helplessness
Oh Lord, lend a hand, oh Lord
If your skirts with ringing bells would fly again
If your pupils would come and sit in my eyes
If I could drink the flower honey from your lips while kissing
If I could take your sin upon my neck, and you into my arms
If you could be my poison and my city, my lemon blossoms
I've never seen such grace, such charm
Oh Lord, hear me, make my voice heard
She doesn't understand my loneliness
Oh Lord, reach out, oh Lord
Oh Lord, hear me, make my voice heard
She doesn't understand my helplessness
Oh Lord, lend a hand, oh Lord
Oh Lord, hear me, make my voice heard
She doesn't understand my helplessness
Oh Lord, reach out, oh Lord