Gurbet - Şevval Sam перевод на английский

Gurbet

Vay benum dertli başım da bur'da duramayirum
Vay benum dertli başım da bur'da duramayirum
Oldi ömrüm hep zayı da bundan kaçamayirum
Oldi ömrüm hep zayı da bundan kaçamayirum

Uykular hep haram bana, nefes alamayirum
Uykular hep haram bana, nefes alamayirum
Doldi doldi gönül tası, boşa salamayirum
Doldi doldi gönül tası, boşa salamayirum

Oy dumanlar, oy dağlar da kaldım gurbet ellerde
Vuslat böyük yara oldi ha bu garib gönlüme
Oy dumanlar, oy dağlar da kaldım gurbet ellerde
Vuslat böyük yara oldi ha bu garib gönlüme

Kurban olduğum meram da ağlayi ağlayi dururum
Kurban olduğum meram da ağlayi ağlayi dururum
Yâr aklıma gelende de yanar yanar dururum
Yâr aklıma gelende de yanar yanar dururum

Selam eder Trabzon'a ben gurbete dururum
Bir selam eder Faroz'a ben gurbete dururum
Mendireğin başında da kemençeme vururum
Bastım gönül teline da ağlar ağlar dururum

Oy dumanlar, oy dağlar da kaldım gurbet ellerde
Vuslat böyük yara oldi ha bu garib gönlüme
Oy dumanlar, oy dağlar da kaldım gurbet ellerde
Vuslat böyük yara oldi ha bu garib gönlüme

Oy dumanlar, oy dağlar da kaldım gurbet ellerde
Vuslat böyük yara oldi ha bu garib gönlüme
Oy dumanlar, oy dağlar da kaldım gurbet ellerde
Vuslat böyük yara oldi ha bu garib gönlüme

Homesickness

Oh, my aching head, I can't stay here any longer
Oh, my aching head, I can't stay here any longer
My life has always been hard, I can't escape this fate
My life has always been hard, I can't escape this fate

Sleep is forbidden to me, I can't even breathe
Sleep is forbidden to me, I can't even breathe
My heart is overflowing, I can't let it go to waste
My heart is overflowing, I can't let it go to waste

Oh mists, oh mountains, I'm stuck in these foreign lands
Separation has become a deep wound in my poor heart
Oh mists, oh mountains, I'm stuck in these foreign lands
Separation has become a deep wound in my poor heart

My dear longing, I keep crying and crying
My dear longing, I keep crying and crying
Whenever I think of my beloved, I burn and burn
Whenever I think of my beloved, I burn and burn

I send greetings to Trabzon, as I remain in this foreign land
I send greetings to Faroz, as I remain in this foreign land
At the head of Mendirek, I'll play my kemenche
I'll strike the strings of my heart and weep and weep

Oh mists, oh mountains, I'm stuck in these foreign lands
Separation has become a deep wound in my poor heart
Oh mists, oh mountains, I'm stuck in these foreign lands
Separation has become a deep wound in my poor heart

Oh mists, oh mountains, I'm stuck in these foreign lands
Separation has become a deep wound in my poor heart
Oh mists, oh mountains, I'm stuck in these foreign lands
Separation has become a deep wound in my poor heart