Текст и перевод песни Ozbi feat. Gülce Duru - Aysel (Live)

Aysel (Live)

Aysel gel masama dem koy!
Aysel ben yalanım sen zor...
Aysel ben yalanım sen zor...
Sen zor...

Son yol niye yok?
Niye yok?
Son yol niye yok?
Niye yok?
Yine yor, dünü sor ama olan olmuş Aysel
Olan olmuş Aysel
Aysel

Son diyorsun ama çalan çok ömürden, dönen çok yeminden
Aşk diyorsun ama bir yağmur yağarken bir damla darılmış göğe
Yine yalanlar sever, bir gerçek çocukken kırılmış, dağılmış diye
E bir gerçek dağılmış diye

Kadere not düşün delirdim!
Divanenin rengi koyu gri; montu deri; fareler kemirdi ruhunu; demirdi bedeni
Korktuğu yemindi paslanır diye her gece sarıp koynunda uyuttuğu
Şu korkular!
Kırık bir kaç kalbin hatırası
Umutları dolandıran bir müptelanın hasılatı sanki
Bilinçaltı gerçekleri pataklıyor, duyguların yaşadığıysa dudaklarının ihtirası
Kaybettiğim irtifasın!
Bir kaç şiir, biraz da alkol seninle irtibatım
Belki de havada değilim battım, belki de abartıya boğulmuş hâlim şu alkolün iftirası
Atilla İlhan verirken ilham; ismin Aysel oldu, kadehe doldu bu akşam
Lakin gitme sakın, başımda kal
Çünkü hayalin benim için gerçek bir hatıra

Son diyorsun ama çalan çok ömürden, dönen çok yeminden
Aşk diyorsun ama bir yağmur yağarken, bir damla darılmış göğe
Yine yalanlar sever, bir gerçek çocukken kırılmış, dağılmış diye
Gerçek bir hatıra
Hayalin benim için gerçek bir hatıra
Hayalin benim için gerçek bir hatıra
E bir gerçek dağılmış diye

Aysel, Aysel, Aysel
Neden son yok?
Niye yok?
Niye yok?

Son yol niye yok?
Niye yok?
Yine yor, dünü sor ama olan olmuş Aysel
Olan olmuş Aysel, Aysel
Ah Aysel

Ben yalanım, sen zor
Sen zor, sen zor, zor, sen çok zor
Sen zor, sen zor, sen çok zor

Aysel (Live)

Aysel come to my table and rest!
Aysel I'm a liar, you are difficult...
Aysel I'm a liar, you are difficult...
You are difficult...

Why is there no last way?
Why isn't there?
Why is there no last way?
Why isn't there?
Again you bother me, ask about yesterday but it's done Aysel
It's done Aysel
Aysel

You say last but there are many who steal from life and many who go back on their oaths
You say love but when it rains a drop is offended by the sky
Again lies love, a truth was once broken and scattered as a child I think
A truth was scattered I think

I'm out of my mind, let fate know!
The lunatic's colour is dark grey; his coat is leather; mice gnawed at his soul; his body was iron
What he feared was an oath rusting, so every night he wrapped it up and slept with it wrapped in his embrace
Such fears!
A memory of a few broken hearts
As if the proceeds of a fanatic who cheated on his hopes
The subconscious is beating up truths, but what the emotions experience is the passion of your lips
You're my lost altitude!
A few poems, some alcohol and my contact with you
Perhaps I'm not up in the air, perhaps I've sunk, perhaps I'm drowned in exaggeration, the slander of this alcohol
Atilla İlhan inspiring; your name became Aysel, the glass filled up tonight
But please don't go, stay in my head
Because your dream is a real memory for me

You say last but there are many who steal from life and many who go back on their oaths
You say love but when it rains a drop is offended by the sky
Again lies love, a truth was once broken and scattered as a child I think
A real memory
Your dream is a real memory for me
Your dream is a real memory for me
A truth was scattered I think

Aysel, Aysel, Aysel
Why is there no end?
Why isn't there?
Why isn't there?

Why is there no last way?
Why isn't there?
Again you bother me, ask about yesterday but it's done Aysel
It's done Aysel, Aysel
Oh Aysel

I'm a liar, you are difficult
You are difficult, you are difficult, difficult, you are very difficult
You are difficult, you are difficult, you are very difficult