Translation of the song lyrics Şafak Türküsü - Ahmet Kaya

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

Şafak Türküsü (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