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Katre Katre - Ölüm Çiçekleri

Hay katre katre içim dalgalandı
Katre katre allara boyandı
Kaldı ahım ellerinde canım havalandı
Yukarıda Saraybosna
Gönüllerin hepsi de hasta
Coşa koşa geçtiğimiz tarlalar sessiz yasta

Katre katre kapıma dayandı
Katre katre ölüme dadandı
Bir ciçektin mezarımda ruhum oyalandı

Katre katre şeker de isterdim
Katre katre mutluluk düşlerdim

Kemanım da davulum da aşk ile yanardı
Katre katre iş bu hale geldi
Selam sabah esergenilendi
Eski dostlar darlandı
Yollar aralandı

Katre katre gönül bulutlandı
Aktı kanım vişneler utandı
Düştü umut toprağıma bin ciçek açtı

Katre katre içim dalgalandı
Katre katre allara boyandı
Kaldı ahım ellerinde canım havalandı
Yukarıda Saraybosna
Sevenlerin hepsi de yasta

Bu ciçekler mezarında tarihi yazandı
Bu ciçekler mezarında tarihi yazandı

Drop by Drop - Death Flowers

Oh, drop by drop, my insides trembled,
Drop by drop, they were painted crimson.
My sigh remained in your hands, my soul took flight.
Above, Sarajevo,
All hearts are sick,
The fields we ran through joyously are in silent mourning.

Drop by drop, it reached my door,
Drop by drop, it clung to death.
You were a flower at my grave, my spirit lingered.

Drop by drop, I would have asked for sugar,
Drop by drop, I would have dreamed of happiness.

My violin and my drum would burn with love,
Drop by drop, it came to this.
Greetings, morning renewed.
Old friends grew distant,
Paths opened up.

Drop by drop, my heart clouded over,
My blood flowed, the cherries were ashamed.
Hope fell upon my soil, a thousand flowers bloomed.

Drop by drop, my insides trembled,
Drop by drop, they were painted crimson.
My sigh remained in your hands, my soul took flight.
Above, Sarajevo,
All lovers are in mourning.

These flowers at your grave wrote history.
These flowers at your grave wrote history.