Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hasan Kalesi, artist - Cem Karaca. Album song Efsane Şarkılar, in the genre Date of issue: 05.01.2015
Record label: Naz Müzik Yapim
Song language: Turkish
Hasan Kalesi(original) |
| Sana derim sana Hasan kalesi |
| Alt yanında dövüş oldu, cenk oldu, cenk oldu |
| Yiğit olan yiğit çıktı meydana |
| Koç yiğitler arap ata bin oldu, bin oldu |
| Akşamki gördüğüm şu kara düşler |
| Hesaba gelmedi kesilen başlar, o başlar |
| Eğerler atımı küçük gardaşlar |
| Hünkar tarafından bize emroldu, emroldu |
| Akşamınan ikindinin arası |
| Aldı beni şu düşmanın yarası, yarası |
| Ecel geldi ölmemizin sırası |
| Ağladı el oba gözü kan doldu, kan doldu |
| Dadaloğlum dertli, belim büküldü |
| Gözümün cevheri yere döküldü, döküldü |
| Üç yüz atlı ile cenge dikildi |
| Yüzü geldi, iki yüzü şeht oldu, şeht oldu |
| Akşamınan ikindinin arası |
| Aldı beni şu düşmanın yarası, yarası |
| Ecel geldi ölmemizin sırası |
| Ağladı el oba gözü kan doldu, kan doldu |
| Dadaloğlum dertli, belim büküldü |
| Gözümün cevhri yere döküldü, döküldü |
| Üç yüz atlı ile cnge dikildi |
| Yüzü geldi, iki yüzü şeht oldu, şeht oldu |
| (translation) |
| I call you Hasan fortress |
| Down there was a fight, there was a war, there was a war |
| The valiant came out valiant |
| Coach valiant Arab horse has become a thousand, it has become a thousand |
| These black dreams that I saw in the evening |
| It does not come to the account, it starts to be cut off, it starts |
| Ifler my horse little guards |
| We were commanded by the Sultan, commanded |
| between evening and afternoon |
| The wound, the wound of that enemy took me |
| Time has come, it's our turn to die |
| He cried, his eyes filled with blood, blood filled |
| My dadal is troubled, my back is bent |
| The gem of my eye spilled on the ground, spilled |
| He stood at war with three hundred horsemen |
| His face came, his two faces became martyrs, he became martyrs |
| between evening and afternoon |
| The wound, the wound of that enemy took me |
| Time has come, it's our turn to die |
| He cried, his eyes filled with blood, blood filled |
| My dadal is troubled, my back is bent |
| Ore of my eye spilled to the ground, spilled |
| Cnge sewn with three hundred horsemen |
| His face came, his two faces became martyrs, he became martyrs |