Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Şafak Türküsü, artist - Ahmet Kaya. Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Song language: Turkish
Şafak Türküsü(original) |
| Beni burada arama |
| Arama anna |
| Kapida ADIMI sorma |
| Saclarina yýldýz düsmüs |
| Koparma anne aglama. |
| Kac zamandir yüzüm… |
| Gözlerim … bekledim |
| Uzarken … kulagim kiriste |
| …özledim … |
| Yasamak isterseken delice |
| Ah.verebilseydim… keske |
| ÇÜKÜ avcunda kosan herbir … |
| Tepeden tirnaga ogula |
| Ve kiza kesmis |
| Bir ülkeye armagan |
| Düslerimle sinirsiz |
| Diretmisligimle genc |
| Saskinligimla cocuk devrederken sirdasima |
| Usulca aci verdi yanagimda tomurcuk |
| Pir Sultan’i düsün anne, Seyh Bedretinn’i |
| Börklüce'yi, Torlak Kemal’i |
| Insanlari düsün anne |
| Düsün ki yüregin sallansin |
| Düsün ki o an güzel günlere inanan |
| Mutlu bir Yusufcuk havalansin |
| Yani benim güzel annem |
| Ala safaginda ülkemin yildiz ucurmak varken |
| Oturup yildizlar icinde kendi buruk kanimi ictim |
| Ne garip duygu su ölmek |
| Öptügüm kizlar geliyor aklima |
| Bir aciklamasi vardir elbet giderken dar agacina |
| Geride masa üstünde boynu bükük |
| Kaldi kagit kalem. |
| Bagisla beni güzel annem |
| Ogul tadinda bir mektup yazamadim diye |
| Kizma bana. |
| Elleri deysin istemedim |
| Gözleri deysin istemedim |
| Aglayip kokluyacaktin |
| Belki bir ömür tasiyacaktin koynunda. |
| Yasamak agrisi asildi boynumda |
| Oysa türkü tadinda yasamak isterdim |
| Ölmek ne garip sey anne |
| Bayram kartlarinin tutsakligindan asirip bayrami |
| Sedef kakmali bir kutu icinde |
| Vermek isterdim cocuklarin ellerine |
| Sonra, sonra benim güzel annem |
| Damdan düser gibi vurulmak isterdim bir kiza |
| Gecenin kiyisinda durmusum |
| Kefenin cebi yok |
| Koynuma yildiz doldurmusum |
| Kosun cocuklar kosun |
| Sabah üstüme üstüme geliyor |
| Kisacasi güzel annem |
| Bir cicegi düsünürken ürpermek yok |
| Gülmek umud etmek özlemek |
| Ya da mektup beklemek |
| Gözleri yatirip iraklara. |
| Ölmek ne garip anne |
| Artik duvarlari kanatircasina tirnagimla |
| Saskin umutlu siirler yazamiyacagim |
| Mutlak bir inancla gözlerimi tavana cakamiyacagim |
| Baba olamiyacagim örnegin |
| Toprak olmak ne garip sey anne. |
| Ucurumlarki sende büyür |
| Dagdir ki sende göcer |
| Ben bayram derim cicek derim |
| Cam diplerine acmis kanatlarini kozalak derim |
| Gül yanakli cocuga benzer |
| Yinede oglunu yitirmek ne garip sey anne |
| Her kavgada ölen benim |
| Bayrak tutan carpisan |
| Her kadin topragi tirnakliyarak |
| Dogurur beni |
| Özlem beni kavga benim ask benim |
| Bekle beni anne. |
| Bir sabah cikagelirim |
| Bir sabah anne bir sabah |
| Acini süpürmek icin actiginda kapiyi |
| Adi baska sesi baska |
| Nice yasitim |
| Koynunda çiçekler |
| Çiçekler icinde bir ülke getirirler |
| (translation) |
| don't call me here |
| search anna |
| Don't ask for my name at the door |
| Your hair has a star |
| Don't cry mommy. |
| How long has my face been… |
| my eyes... i waited |
| While I'm stretching... my ear is on the beam |
| …I miss … |
| It's crazy when you want to live |
| Ah. I wish I could give… |
| Every single one whose DICK runs in the palm of his hand… |
| from head to toe |
| And she cut a kiza |
| gift to a country |
| angry with my dreams |
| young with my insistence |
| With my amazement, my confidant |
| Softly it hurts a bud on my cheek |
| Think of Pir Sultan, mother, Sheikh Bedretinn |
| Börklüce, Torlak Kemal |
| think about people mom |
| Think that your heart will shake |
| Think that the one who believes in good days at that moment |
| Let a happy Dragonfly fly |
| So my beautiful mother |
| At the dawn of my country, when the stars are blowing |
| I sat and drank my own bitter blood among the stars |
| What a strange feeling to die water |
| I think of the girls I kissed |
| Of course there is an explanation to the narrow tree on the way |
| Bent over the table in the back |
| The paper pen is gone. |
| forgive me my beautiful mother |
| Because I couldn't write a son-like letter |
| Do not be mad at me. |
| I didn't want you to say hands |
| I didn't want you to say eyes |
| You would cry and smell |
| Maybe you would carry a lifetime in your bosom. |
| The pain of living was hanging on my neck |
| However, I would like to live in the taste of a song |
| What a strange thing to die, mother |
| Celebrating the holiday from the captivity of holiday cards |
| In a mother-of-pearl inlaid box |
| I would like to give it to the hands of children |
| Then, later my beautiful mother |
| I'd like to be hit like a roof fell on a girl |
| I stood on the shore of the night |
| The shroud has no pockets |
| I put a star on my sheep |
| run boys run |
| Morning comes to me |
| In short, my beautiful mother |
| No chills when thinking of a flower |
| laugh hope miss |
| Or wait for a letter |
| Turn your eyes to Iraq. |
| What a strange death to die |
| Now I'm nailing the walls like I'm bleeding |
| I can't write confused hopeful poems |
| I won't be able to stare at the ceiling with absolute faith |
| For example, I can't be a father |
| What a strange thing to be soil, mother. |
| The cliffs grow in you |
| It is the mountain that migrates in you |
| I call it a holiday, I call it a flower |
| I call your wings, which are open to the bottom of the glass, cones |
| Similar to a rosy cheeked child |
| Still, what a strange thing to lose your son, mother |
| I'm the one who dies in every fight |
| Carpisan holding a flag |
| Every woman nails the ground |
| It gives birth to me |
| longing me fight my love |
| Wait for me mom. |
| I'll be out one morning |
| one morning mother one morning |
| When you open the door to sweep away your pain |
| Another common voice |
| i live nice |
| flowers in your bosom |
| They bring a country in flowers |