Текст и перевод песни Sokrat St - Çocuktum (Part 2)

Çocuktum (Part 2)

Çocuktum, tek derdim ekmek arasıydı
Bazen yağma yapmak için misket parasıydı
Elim yüzüm çamurdu, kömür karasıydı
Ama acım gönül değil, küçük kesik yarasıydı

Çocuktum, koca Dünya sokak arasıydı
İlk özentiliğim arkadaşın kumbarasıydı
Para biriktirmeyi beceremedim
Yerine maalesef ilk çaldığım annemin fatura parasıydı

Çocuktum, külah savaşının karasıydım
Kızlar için mahallenin dert babasıydım
Keşke öyle olsa ama en kabasıydım
Hatta yüzlerine tükürüp kaçmak da cabasıydı

Çocuktum ama abimin anasıydım
Çünkü sayesinde yaktığım babamın arabasıydı
Parfümle kibrit deneyimim heyecanlıydı
Ama yanmadıysam sadece dayımın çabasıydı

Çocuktum ve ilk mahalle kavgasıydı
Karşımdaki çocuğun en fazla yarısıydım
Burnumdaki köprü on yaş anısıydı
Hatta doktorumun deyimiyle: "Kırık tanısı"ydı

Çocuktum, sınıfın en gerizekalısıydım
Hatice Hoca'nın eksik tahtalarımı tamamlamak için
Kafamı vurup durduğu sınıf tahtasıydı
Sanıyorum ki o dönem özel bi' haftasıydı (Haha!)

Çocuktuk ve masumduk
İnsan, sistem yalanını sundu
Çocuktuk ve masumduk
"Türk-Kürt!" diye diye bölünüp durduk

Ama biz çocuktuk ve masumduk
İnsan, politika yalanını sundu
Çocuktuk ve masumduk
Müslüman, Alevi, Ateist bölünüp durduk

Çocuktum, en çok da futbol hastasıydım
Üzüldüğüm hocamın hata yapmasıydı
Yedeği olduğum adam sıçtığımın kazmasıydı
Sebep babasının kulübe para basmasıydı

Çocuktum, en zoru sabah kalkmasıydı
Yengemin ekmek için mandalla para atmasıydı
Mutlu son para üstünün bana kalmasıydı tabi
Mahalle için bi' çocuktan fazlasıydım

Çocuktum, turistlerin atlasıydım
Ve yer Boztepe Kızlar Manastırı'ydı
Dolar bahşişlerimi hiçbi' bakkalın almaması
Sonuç Şükrü'nün lolipopları çalıp kaçmasıydı

Çocuktuk, yaramazdık ama masumduk
Ve büyüdükçe hayat bizi darlayıp durdu
Masaldan bi' tarih, saçma sapan bi' eğitim sistemi
Zengin fakiri, fakir fakiri vurdu

Anlatılan her şeye bi' itirazım oldu
Buna rağmen bi' şekilde okuldan mezun oldum
Bi' ara mucit bile olmak istemiştim
Ama düşündüğüm her şeyi tarihte bi' başkası buldu

Büyüdüm; anksiyete, panik atak, öfke kontrolsüzlüğü, evham
Ne ararsan var!
Kolay bakınca normal bi' adam sanmak
Ama delirmemek ne mümkün bi' yaran varsa

Çocuktuk ve masumduk
İnsan, sistem yalanını sundu
Çocuktuk ve masumduk
"Türk-Kürt!" diye diye bölünüp durduk

Ama biz çocuktuk ve masumduk
İnsan, politika yalanını sundu
Çocuktuk ve masumduk
Müslüman, Alevi, Ateist bölünüp durduk

Çocuktuk ve masumduk
İnsan, sistem yalanını sundu
Çocuktuk ve masumduk
"Türk-Kürt!" diye diye bölünüp durduk

Ama biz çocuktuk ve masumduk
İnsan, politika yalanını sundu
Çocuktuk ve masumduk
Müslüman, Alevi, Ateist bölünüp durduk

I Was a Child (Part 2)

I was a child, my only worry was a sandwich
Sometimes, marbles were my treasure to pilfer
My hands and face were muddy, coal-black
But my pain wasn't deep, just a small cut, a nick

I was a child, the whole world was a backstreet
My first envy was my friend's piggy bank, so neat
I couldn't manage to save any money
Instead, sadly, the first thing I stole was my mother's bill money

I was a child, the dark horse of the cone wars
The neighborhood's problem solver for the girls, of course
I wish that were true, but I was the rudest one
Even spitting in their faces and running away was just for fun

I was a child, but my brother's mother I became
Because thanks to him, I burned down my father's car, what a shame
My experiment with perfume and matches was thrilling
But if I didn't burn, it was only my uncle's quick thinking and willing

I was a child, and it was the first neighborhood fight
I was half the size of the boy I faced, what a sight
The bridge of my nose, a ten-year-old's memory
Or as my doctor put it: "A broken nose, clearly"

I was a child, the dumbest one in class
To complete my missing planks, Hatice Hoca would harass
Hitting my head against the blackboard, it would pass
I think she had a special week back then (Haha!)

We were children, and we were innocent
Humanity presented the lie of the system, heaven-sent
We were children, and we were innocent
Divided by "Turk-Kurd," the conflict never went

But we were children, and we were innocent
Humanity presented the lie of politics, heaven-sent
We were children, and we were innocent
Divided by Muslim, Alevi, Atheist, the conflict never went

I was a child, most of all, a football fanatic
What upset me was my coach's mistake, so dramatic
The guy I was a substitute for was a damn fool
The reason was his father's money, the golden rule

I was a child, the hardest part was waking up early
My sister-in-law throwing money with clothespins, surely
The happy ending was that the change was mine, of course
For the neighborhood, I was more than just a source

I was a child, the tourist's atlas
And the place was Boztepe Girls' Monastery, a palace
No shopkeeper would take my dollar tips, alas
The result was Şükrü stealing lollipops and making a pass

We were children, mischievous but innocent
And as we grew up, life kept squeezing us, heaven-sent
A nonsensical history, a ridiculous education system
The rich hit the poor, the poor hit the poor, a prism

I had an objection to everything that was told
Despite this, I somehow graduated, bold
I even wanted to be an inventor for a while
But everything I thought of, someone else had found, with a smile

I grew up; anxiety, panic attacks, anger, uncontrolled, suspicion
You name it, I have it!
At first glance, you might think I'm a normal man
But how can I not go crazy if there's a wound, understand?

We were children, and we were innocent
Humanity presented the lie of the system, heaven-sent
We were children, and we were innocent
Divided by "Turk-Kurd," the conflict never went

But we were children, and we were innocent
Humanity presented the lie of politics, heaven-sent
We were children, and we were innocent
Divided by Muslim, Alevi, Atheist, the conflict never went

We were children, and we were innocent
Humanity presented the lie of the system, heaven-sent
We were children, and we were innocent
Divided by "Turk-Kurd," the conflict never went

But we were children, and we were innocent
Humanity presented the lie of politics, heaven-sent
We were children, and we were innocent
Divided by Muslim, Alevi, Atheist, the conflict never went