Anadolu viran,bozkýrdý her yer, Yollarý tozluydu,asvalt ne gezer, Giyerdi çarýðý,askerle nefer, Þehirden farký yok köylerin Emmi.
Tarlada sabanla,toprak sürerdik, Þehire bahçeye,yayan giderdik, Kuru ekmeðini ,hep yavan yerdik, Þimdi herþey hazýr köylerde Emmi.
Okullar birleþik,köyde okurduk, Kara tahtalarda,tozu solurduk, Defteri kitabý,zorlan bulurduk, Akýllý tahta var köylerde Emmi.
Düvenle ekini,az mý yaymadýk, Samaný týnazda,yele yollardýk, Kaðnýnýn sesini,ninni sayardýk, Traktör var artýk köylerde Emmi.
Ekinler tarlada biçilir günde, Þehire bahçeye sanki düðüne, Kalýndýr enseler göbekler önde, Perhiz diyet yoktur köylerde Emmi.
Herkesin evinde arabasý var, Teknolojik her þey,ne ararsan var, Çiftçim makinayla ,sütünü saðar, Tembel artýk herkes köylerde Emmi.
Boþanmazdý kimse ,ölene kadar, Kötü bir söz etsen,polisi arar, Erkekte kadýnda yok ki vefakar, Güven hiç yok artýk köylerde Emmi.
Silerdin defteri,yazardýn tekrar, Yoktu ki kitabý,yok bilgisayar, Vardý kara önlük ,forma ne arar, Serbesttir kýyafet köylerde Emmi.
Emanet yalan yok,yoktu ihtikar, Söz senetti sizde,vardý itibar, Komþular akraba,hep arka çýkar, Akreptir akraban köylerde Emmi.
Baba atan yanýnda büyürdük, Büyükler yanýnda evlat sevmezdik, Dedeyi amcayý ,baba bilirdik, Kardeþ düþman artýk köylerde Emmi.
Yoksul akrabanýn,hatýrý vardý, Bayramda düðünde,herkes arardý, Herkes birbirine,mektup yazardý, Kimse aramýyor,köylerde Emmi.
24.08.2017//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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NO LOSS OF VILLAGES EMMI ...
Anatolia was ruined, everywhere was stepped, The roads were dusty, asvalt is what travels, He used to wear the hook, soldier and soldier, The villages are no different from the city Emmi.
You plowed the soil in the field, You would go to the city, to the garden, on foot, You always eat your dry bread flat, Now everything is ready in the villages Emmi.
Schools united, you used to study in the village, On the chalkboards, you’d breathe the dust Notebook book, you would find it difficult, There is a smart board in the villages Emmi.
Do not spread your crop with confidence, Hay in the hay, you send the mane, You would count the sound of your paper, lullaby, There are tractors in the villages now, Emmi.
The crops are harvested in the field in a day, To the city, to the garden, to the wedding, The necks are thick, the belly is in front, There is no abstinence diet, Emmi in the villages.
Everyone has a car in their house, Everything technological, whatever you are looking for, My farmer milks his milk with the machine, Lazy now everyone is Emmi in the villages.
Nobody would get divorced until they died If you say a bad word, he will call the police, There is no faith in men and women, There is no trust in the villages anymore, Emmi.
You erased the notebook, you would write it again There was no book, no computer, There was a black apron, what to look for in a uniform, Free dress Emmi in the villages.
Trust is no lie, there is no profiteering, You have the promise, there was dignity, Neighbors are relatives, always back up, Scorpio is a relative Emmi in the villages.
You used to grow up next to your father, You wouldn’t love children with grown-ups, You knew grandfather, uncle, father, Brother and enemy is now in the villages Emmi.
The poor relative had his mind, At the wedding on the feast, everyone would call, Everyone wrote letters to each other, Nobody is calling, Emmi in the villages.
24.08.2017 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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