Текст и перевод песни Ufuk Beydemir - Tamirci Çırağı

Tamirci Çırağı

Gönlüme bir ateş düştü, yanar ha, yanar, yanar
Ümit gönlümün ekmeği, umar ha, umar, umar
Elleri ak, yumuk yumuk, ojeli tırnakları
Nerelere gizlesin şu avucun nasırları?

Otomobili tamire geldi dün bizim tamirhaneye
Görür görmez vurularak başladım ben sevmeye
Ayağında uzun etek, dalga dalga saçları

Ustam seslendi uzaktan, "Oğlum, al takımları"
Ustam seslendi uzaktan, "Oğlum, al takımları"

Bir romanda okumuştum buna benzer bir şeyi
Cildi parlak kâğıt kaplı, pahalı bir kitaptı
Ne olmuş, nasıl olmuşsa âşık olmuştu genç kız
Yine böyle bir durumda tamirci çırağına

Ustama dedim ki, "Bugün giymeyim tulumları"
Arkası puslu aynamda taradım saçlarımı
Gelecekti bugün geri arabayı almaya

O romandaki hayali belki gerçek yapmaya
Romanlardaki hayali belki gerçek yapmaya

Durdu zaman, durdu dünya, girdi içeri kapıdan
Durdu zaman, durdu dünya, girdi içeri kapıdan
Öylece bakakaldım gözümü ayırmadan
Öylece bakakaldım gözümü ayırmadan

Arabanın kapısını açtım, açtım, girsin içeri
Arabanın kapısını açtım, girsin içeri
Kalktı hilal kaşları, sordu "Kim bu serseri?"
Kalktı hilal kaşları, sordu "Kim bu serseri?"

Çekti gitti arabayla, egzozuna boğuldum
Gözümde tomurcuk yaşlar, ağır ağır doğruldum
Ustam geldi, sırtıma vurdu, "Unut" dedi "romanları"

İşçisin sen, işçi kal, "Giy" dedi "tulumları"
İşçisin sen, işçi kal, "Giy" dedi "tulumları"
İşçisin sen, işçi kal, "Giy" dedi "tulumları"

İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal

İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal

İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal
İşçisin sen, işçi kal

Mechanic's Apprentice

A fire ignited within my heart, it burns, burns, burns
Hope is the nourishment for my soul, it yearns, yearns, yearns
Her hands are so soft, her nails painted bright
Where can she hide her calloused palms from sight?

Yesterday, her car arrived at our repair shop
When I saw her, my heart began to thump and hop
A long skirt, wavy hair, she emanated grace

"Get the tools, my boy," my master called from afar
"Get the tools, my boy," my master called from afar

I had read something similar in a novel, a tale so grand
Its cover was shiny, its pages cost a fortune
In the story, a young maiden's heart was stolen by
A humble mechanic, just like me, a working man

"Don't make me wear overalls today," I pleaded with my master
In the dusty mirror, I combed my hair, a task I hadn't mustered
She would return today to collect her car

Maybe this fairy tale could finally come true
Maybe this fairy tale could finally come true

Time stood still, the world paused as she walked through the door
Time stood still, the world paused as she walked through the door
I stood there, transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away
I stood there, transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away

The door of the car was open, inviting her in
The door of the car was open, inviting her in
Her eyebrows arched in surprise, "Who is this buffoon?" she uttered
Her eyebrows arched in surprise, "Who is this buffoon?" she uttered

She drove away in her car, her exhaust fumes choking me
Tears welled up in my eyes, slowly I rose to my feet
My master came and patted my back, "Forget about those novels," he said

"You're a worker, stay a worker," he said, "Put on your overalls"
"You're a worker, stay a worker," he said, "Put on your overalls"
"You're a worker, stay a worker," he said, "Put on your overalls"

You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker

You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker

You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker
You're a worker, stay a worker