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 |