Baba ocaðýmýz tütmüyor artýk, Yuvadan uçtular kalmadý kimse, Çoçuklar evlendi gitti þehire, Köyüm ýssýz artýk oldu virane.
Kapkara bulutlar sardý her yeri, Büyümez baþaklar aylardan beri, Düþmüyor göklerden yaðmuru seli, Baðým ýssýz artýk oldu virane.
Akmýyor sularým kurudu her yer, Melemez koyunlar hazýrý yerler, Kurudu bahçeler bitmez sebzeler, Bahçem ýssýz artýk oldu virane.
Muhtaç artýk köylüm kuru soðana, Ekmezse tarlayý alýyor banka, Düþüyor ateþler bir bir ocaða, Tarlam ýssýz artýk oldu virane.
Haramý helali bilmez köylümüz, Yetiþti þehirde arsýz oðlumuz, Baþý açýk gezer þimdi kýzýmýz, Nesil bitti artýk oldu virane.
Yeni yetme çocuk geçti baþýma, Zehir kattý anam zalim aþýma, Bozuldu ortalýk kaldým baþýma, Ocak tütmez artýk oldu virane.
Korkmayan kalmadý bir tek Allahtan, Köyde yýkýk her yer ortalýk viran, Faiz loto zina kadýnlar üryan, Bereket yok artýk oldu virane.
Hüdayi geldi bak dünyanýn sonu, Bekler kýyameti bu insanoðlu, Hayýrlý dünyadan ahiret yurdu, Dünya bitti artýk oldu virane.
27.01.2017-KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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VILLAGE IS UNRIVALED VIRANE ..
Our father does not smoke anymore, They flew out of the nest, nobody left, The children got married and went to town, My village is now desolate and desolate.
Black clouds enveloped the ground, The ears have not grown for months, The flood of rain is not falling from the skies, My vineyard has become desolate now.
My water does not flow, everywhere is dry, Melemez sheep eat ready, The gardens have dried up, the vegetables do not end, My garden is now desolate, now ruined.
My peasant now in need of dried onions, If it does not sow, the bank takes the field, Fires are falling down to a stove, My field is now desolate and desolate.
Our villagers do not know haram and halal, Our cheeky son grew up in the city, Now our daughter travels with her head open, The generation is over now, it’s ruined.
A new boy happened to me, My mother added poison to the cruel vaccine, I got so messed up, The stove will not smoke anymore, it is ruined.
There is no one left who is not afraid of God, Every place is ruined in the village, Interest lotto adultery women scared, The abundance is no longer ruined.
Hüdayi came to the end of the world, These human beings await the apocalypse, Home of the hereafter from the auspicious world, The world is over now, it’s ruined
27.01.2017-KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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