Translation of the song lyrics Sarılırım Birine - Adamlar

Sarılırım Birine (original)

Gıybet çok, kıymeti yok
Yarının hayali bugüne yeter mi?
İçimi sıkar, yoluma uzanır
Dünden yaralarım yarına giderli
Gıybet çok, kıymeti yok
Yarının hayali bugüne yeter mi?
İçimi sıkar, yoluma uzanır
Dünden yaralarım yarına giderli
Sarılırım birine, hatırlatır derine
Küsmenin ne faydası var?
Solup gidiyor bahar
Güzelinden biriktir, öldüm derken diriltir
Seven elbet sevilir; nefret işte nefret kadar
Ve tekrar tekrar
Sarılırım birine, hatırlatır derine
Küsmenin ne faydası var?
Solup gidiyor bahar
Güzelinden biriktir, öldüm derken diriltir
Seven elbet sevilir; nefret işte nefret kadar
Kaza kaza bakınca derininde acı var
Bilmeyince acıtan karıncanın belini
Saldırganın halini anlayıp unutturan
Herkesin birkaçı var kendisinden içeri
Kaza kaza bakınca derininde acı var
Bilmeyince acıtan karıncanın belini
Saldırganın halini anlayıp unutturan
Herkesin birkaçı var kendisinden içeri
Gıybet çok, kıymeti yok
Yarının hayali bugüne yeter mi?
İçimi sıkar, yoluma uzanır
Dünden yaralarım yarına giderli
Sarılırım birine, hatırlatır derine
Küsmenin ne faydası var?
Solup gidiyor bahar
Güzelinden biriktir, öldüm derken diriltir
Seven elbet sevilir; nefret işte nefret kadar
Kaza kaza bakınca derininde acı var
Bilmeyince acıtan karıncanın belini
Saldırganın halini anlayıp unutturan
Herkesin birkaçı var kendisinden içeri
Kaza kaza bakınca derininde acı var
Bilmeyince acıtan karıncanın belini
Saldırganın halini anlayıp unutturan
Herkesin birkaçı var kendisinden içeri
Kaza kaza bakınca derininde acı var
Bilmeyince acıtan karıncanın belini
Saldırganın halini anlayıp unutturan
Herkesin birkaçı var kendisinden içeri

Sarılırım Birine (translation)

Gossip swells, yet weighs less than a feather’s sigh,
Does tomorrow’s mirage offer enough for your thirst today?
It presses my breast, unfurls its darkness along my road,
Scars from yesterday’s blade, astride tomorrow’s pale horse,
Gossip swells, yet weighs less than a feather’s sigh,
Does tomorrow’s mirage offer enough for your thirst today?
It presses my breast, unfurls its darkness along my road,
Scars from yesterday’s blade, astride tomorrow’s pale horse,
I gather you into my arms—old wounds plunge deeper still,
Woman, what harvest grows from the silence of a grudge?
Spring, paling to ash, exhales its perfume and is gone,
Hoard loveliness—at the threshold of death, it revives the soul,
Whoever loves, in turn shall gather love; hatred draws its own cold shadow,
And again, the wheel turns, again—
I gather you into my arms—old wounds plunge deeper still,
Woman, what harvest grows from the silence of a grudge?
Spring, paling to ash, exhales its perfume and is gone,
Hoard loveliness—at the threshold of death, it revives the soul,
Whoever loves, in turn shall gather love; hatred draws its own cold shadow,
Dig and stare into ruins—beneath, agony pools like dark water,
The ant’s slender waist: pain unknown until you break it,
Comprehending the beast, forgetting what fury has marred,
Each soul cradles a chorus of selves, secret within,
Dig and stare into ruins—beneath, agony pools like dark water,
The ant’s slender waist: pain unknown until you break it,
Comprehending the beast, forgetting what fury has marred,
Each soul cradles a chorus of selves, secret within,
Gossip swells, yet weighs less than a feather’s sigh,
Does tomorrow’s mirage offer enough for your thirst today?
It presses my breast, unfurls its darkness along my road,
Scars from yesterday’s blade, astride tomorrow’s pale horse,
I gather you into my arms—old wounds plunge deeper still,
Woman, what harvest grows from the silence of a grudge?
Spring, paling to ash, exhales its perfume and is gone,
Hoard loveliness—at the threshold of death, it revives the soul,
Whoever loves, in turn shall gather love; hatred draws its own cold shadow,
Dig and stare into ruins—beneath, agony pools like dark water,
The ant’s slender waist: pain unknown until you break it,
Comprehending the beast, forgetting what fury has marred,
Each soul cradles a chorus of selves, secret within,
Dig and stare into ruins—beneath, agony pools like dark water,
The ant’s slender waist: pain unknown until you break it,
Comprehending the beast, forgetting what fury has marred,
Each soul cradles a chorus of selves, secret within,
Dig and stare into ruins—beneath, agony pools like dark water,
The ant’s slender waist: pain unknown until you break it,
Comprehending the beast, forgetting what fury has marred,
Each soul cradles a chorus of selves, secret within