Текст и перевод песни Sivan Perwer - Sebra Mala

Sebra Mala

Sebra malan kara xezalan
Demek xweşî wê nedî

Sebra malan kara xezalan
Demek xweşî wê nedî

Serê xwe rakir kete ba mala
Lê li wê kes nebû xwedî
Serê xwe rakir kete welata
Lê li wê kes nebû xwedî
Bira bira derdêm giran e
Ho bira derdêm giran e
Ooo,pir têne ser me ev gelek şerm e
Ooo,bela serê me ji wan re ne xem e
Min go can û ceger xwişka min
Hel wer ba min em rûnin

Min go can û ceger xwişka min
Hel wer ba min em rûnin
Serê xwe rakir kete welatan
Ka ji bo çi wê mijûl be

Serê xwe rakir kete welatan
Ka ji bo çi wê mijûl be
Bira bira derdêm giran e
Ho bira derdêm giran e
Ooo,pir têne ser me ev gelek şerm e
Ooo,bela serê me ji wan re ne xem e

Go em gulin gulê li Kurdistan
Kulîlikê li berê cîhan

Go em gulin gulê li Kurdistan
Kulîlikê li berê cîhan
Îro dest pêkir û da landa
Her tiştê me bû talan

Îro dest pêkir ket xwar ji nûda
Her tiştê me bû Wêran
Bira bira derdêm giran e
Ho bira derdêm giran e
Ooo,pir têne ser me ev gelek şerm e
Ooo,bela serê me ji wan re ne xem e
Bira bira derdêm giran e

Sebra Mala

Dark-eyed Sebra Mala
Then her happiness wasn't seen

Dark-eyed Sebra Mala
Then her happiness wasn't seen

She unravelled her hair, let down her braid
But there was no owner inside
She unravelled her hair, [and travelled] to another country
But there was no owner inside
My brother, my brother, my pain is heavy
Oh my brother, my pain is heavy
Ooo,much comes upon me, this is such a shame
Ooo,trouble on our heads, but from them, no sorrow
My spirit and heartbeat, my sister
Come, be with me, let us roam

My spirit and heartbeat, my sister
Come, be with me, let us roam
She unravelled her hair, [and travelled] to another country
Why should she wither away

She unravelled her hair, [and travelled] to another country
Why should she wither away
My brother, my brother, my pain is heavy
Oh my brother, my pain is heavy
Ooo,much comes upon me, this is such a shame
Ooo,trouble on our heads, but from them, no sorrow

We are flowers that blossom in Kurdistan
Slaves in front of the world

We are flowers that blossom in Kurdistan
Slaves in front of the world
Today it has begun and spread
Everything of mine has been plundered

Today it has begun and fallen from grace
Everything of mine has been ruined
My brother, my brother, my pain is heavy
Oh my brother, my pain is heavy
Ooo,much comes upon me, this is such a shame
Ooo,trouble on our heads, but from them, no sorrow
My brother, my brother, my pain is heavy