Текст и перевод песни Sivan Perwer feat. Steppenroboter - Keça Kurdan (Remix)

Keça Kurdan (Remix)

Li şayê, li şêwirê, li cengê girînge ku jina Kurd, qîza
Kurd li kêleka mêrê kurd, xortê Kurd cih bigre.
Lew di roja teng de, di roja fireh de,
Di şerê de ewê karibe li kêleka wî bisekine
Weke daxwazîya wî, wî derd û kulî ji bikişîne.
Niha gotina me ji keçên Kurdan re û bersivên wan...

Keçê binêr çerxa cihan
Zor girêdane me re zor
Jin çûne pêş pir dixwînin
Êdî qelem ket şûna şûr

Serê xwe rake keça Kurdan
Dil û cegerêm heliyan
Ka niştiman ka azadî
Ka dayika me sêwiyan

Keçê em dixwazin bi me re werin şerê
Dilo em dixwazin bi me re rabin cengê
Keçê em dixwazin bi me re werin şerê
Dilo em dixwazin bi me re rabin cengê

Hayê hayê em keçikê Kurdan in
Şêrîn in em şeng in em li hêviya merdan in
Hayê hayê em keçikê Kurdan in
Şêrîn in em şeng in em li hêviya merdan in
Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane
Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane

Keçika xebat ji bo welat girîng jin û mêr tev rabin
Cîh nexwaze paşve rûnê ne perwer in azad nabin
Tim jin û mêr, gundî û rêncber, karker û xebat, kar xwendevan
Welatparêz û perwer bin hûn roniyê çavên Şivan

Keçê em dixwazin bi me re werin şerê
Dilo em dixwazin bi me re rabin cengê
Keçê em dixwazin bi me re werin şerê
Dilo em dixwazin bi me re rabin cengê

Hayê hayê em keçikê Kurdan in
Şêrîn in em şeng in em li hêviya merdan in
Hayê hayê em keçikê Kurdan in
Şêrîn in em şeng in em li hêviya merdan in
Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane
Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane

Erê dinale hûn kulîlkê Kurdane
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane
Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane

Erê xwuşkê hûn kulîlkên Kurdan derdê Malxwê
Yê malan ji derdê feodalan derbend û serwendane

Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane
Hayê hayê em kulîlkê Kurdan in
Ji derdê nezana derbend û serwendane

Keça Kurdan (Remix)

In the mountains, in the valleys, in the heat of battle it is important that the Kurdish wife, the
Kurdish daughter takes her place at the head of the Kurdish man, the Kurdish youth.
In times of hardship and in times of plenty,
In war she will be able to take her place at the head of him
With his wishes, to pull him out of his pain and suffering.
Now our word to the Kurdish daughters and their answers...

Look, daughter, at the wheel of the world
It's hard, it's hard to be bound to us
Women have progressed, they study a lot
Now pens have taken the place of swords

Lift up your head, Kurdish daughters
My heart and soul are yours
Both our homeland and freedom
Both our wise mother

Daughter, we want you to join us in war
Beloved, we want you to join us in battle
Daughter, we want you to join us in war
Beloved, we want you to join us in battle

Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish girls
We are sweet, we are cheerful and we wait for men
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish girls
We are sweet, we are cheerful and we wait for men
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance

Daughters who work for their country, it is important for women and men to work together
Don't stand idle, don't be indifferent, they will not be free
All women and men, villagers and farmers, workers and people who work, who study
Be patriots and be educated, be the light of Shîvan's eyes

Daughter, we want you to join us in war
Beloved, we want you to join us in battle
Daughter, we want you to join us in war
Beloved, we want you to join us in battle

Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish girls
We are sweet, we are cheerful and we wait for men
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish girls
We are sweet, we are cheerful and we wait for men
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance

Yes, sister, you are Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance

Yes, sisters, you are Kurdish flowers who have suffered
The pain of feudal lords in their homes, who are imprisoned and oppressed

Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance
Oh, oh, we are little Kurdish flowers
We are imprisoned and oppressed by the pain of ignorance