Текст и перевод песни Nazan Öncel - Hüdaverdi

Hüdaverdi

Hüdaverdi bey amca, oh maşallah, maşallah
Üç oğlun var, var ama benim gönlüm ortancada, oy, aman aman
Ne çınçınlı kubbeli hamam ne saraylı şehzadeler
Hiçbirinde gözüm yoktur, yok, aman aman

Ne saltanat ne de servet yoktur inan, yoktur bizde
"İki çıplak bir hamamda" derler ya, işte öyle
Oğlun haberler iletmiş, yemek içmekten kesilmiş
"Babam bize acır" dermiş, n'olur acı halimize, oy, aman aman
N'olur acı halimize, oy, aman aman

N'olur acı halimize
Vay aman, vay aman
N'olur acı halimize
Vay aman, vay aman
Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, oy
Oy-oy

Dut yemiş bülbüller gibi ne düşünür durursun öyle?
Dut yediğin günleri herhâlde değil mi? Söyle, söyle
"Baba" dedik, elin öptük, bu kadar da zalim olma
Ben yaralı bir ceylanım, beni oğluna alsana, oy, aman aman

Ne saltanat ne de servet yoktur, inan, yoktur bizde
"İki çıplak bir hamamda" derler ya, işte öyle
Oğlun haberler iletmiş, yemek içmekten kesilmiş
"Babam bize acır" dermiş, n'olur acı halimize, oy, aman aman
N'olur acı halimize, oy, aman aman

N'olur acı halimize
Vay aman, vay aman
N'olur acı halimize
Vay aman, vay aman
Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, oy, oy
Oy-oy

Hüdaverdi

Oh my, oh my goodness, Hüdaverdi sir, uncle
You have three sons, oh my, I only love the middle one
Neither the sultan's palace nor the prince will charm me away
I have no desire for any of them, oh my, oh my

We have no wealth or greatness, we are poor and alone
We are like, "two naked people in a bathhouse"
Your son has sent a message, he no longer eats or drinks
He says, "My father will feel sorry for us," please have pity on our situation, oh my, oh my
Please have pity on our situation, oh my, oh my

Please have pity on our situation
Oh my, oh my
Please have pity on our situation
Oh my, oh my
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh

Like the nightingales who have eaten mulberries, why are you so pensive?
Do you recall the days when you ate mulberries? I do
We called you "Father," we kissed your hand, please don't be cruel
I am a wounded gazelle, please let your son take me as his wife, oh my, oh my

We have no wealth or greatness, we are poor and alone
We are like, "two naked people in a bathhouse"
Your son has sent a message, he no longer eats or drinks
He says, "My father will feel sorry for us," please have pity on our situation, oh my, oh my
Please have pity on our situation, oh my, oh my

Please have pity on our situation
Oh my, oh my
Please have pity on our situation
Oh my, oh my
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh