Текст и перевод песни Mustafa Taş - Hem Ankara'ya Hem Bana

Hem Ankara'ya Hem Bana

Bomboş kalbim sevilince
İçip dertler dağılınca
Kırık sazım da çalınca
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Saat yedi, kadeh doldu
Kafam hafif çakır oldu
Bir de kara kaşlı yar buldum mu
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Saat yedi, kadeh doldu
Kafam hafif çakır oldu
Bir de kara kaşlı yar buldum mu
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Kader bana da gülerse
O kız beni çok severse
Ben ağlarken güldürürse
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Saat sekiz, kadeh doldu
Kafam hafif çakır oldu
Bir de kara kaşlı yar buldum mu
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Saat sekiz, kadeh doldu
Kafam hafif çakır oldu
Bir de kara kaşlı yar buldum mu
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Düğün dernek kurulursa
Para bolsa, tuz kuruysa
O yar bir de tam huyumsa
Hem o yare hem bana bayram

Saat dokuz, kadeh doldu
Kafam hafif çakır oldu
Bir de sarı saçlı yar buldum mu
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Saat dokuz, kadeh doldu
Kafam hafif çakır oldu
Bir de sarı saçlı yar buldum mu
Hem Ankara'ya hem bana bayram

Both to Ankara and to Me

My empty heart when loved
When troubles disperse with a drink
When my broken instrument also plays
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

It’s seven o’clock, the glass is full
My head is slightly dizzy
If I also find a black-browed beloved
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

It’s seven o’clock, the glass is full
My head is slightly dizzy
If I also find a black-browed beloved
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

If fate also smiles upon me
If that girl loves me very much
If she makes me laugh while I cry
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

It’s eight o’clock, the glass is full
My head is slightly dizzy
If I also find a black-browed beloved
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

It’s eight o’clock, the glass is full
My head is slightly dizzy
If I also find a black-browed beloved
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

If a wedding is arranged
If there is money, and income is stable
If that beloved also perfectly suits my disposition
Both to that beloved and to me, it's a celebration

It’s nine o’clock, the glass is full
My head is slightly dizzy
If I also find a blonde beloved
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration

It’s nine o’clock, the glass is full
My head is slightly dizzy
If I also find a blonde beloved
Both to Ankara and to me, it's a celebration