Allahýn iþi bu akýl sýr ermez, Çekilecek dert var sýraya gelmez, Burda çektirenler orada gülmez, Baþýna eþarpý takýp aðlama.
Albüme bakýp da sizi özlerim, Gelecekler sanýp yolu gözlerim, Ne yapar diyerek yanar sýzlarým, Yalandan baþýný büküp aðlama.
Bu masalýn sonu kötü bitecek, Kime kalmýþ dünya herkes ölecek, Hüdayi de bir gün kabre girecek, Mezarda mumlarý yakýp aðlama.
26.02.2019//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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BURNING PAGES AND CRYÝNG
I don’t come across you, my cruel lover, You put me on the road and don’t cry Riya on fake face of tears, Do not cry with tears.
I carried you for years on my back The children filled the house with joy Good days passed, you burned me Do not cry in a lie.
Everyone would be jealous of us, The children studied the most beautiful, My son became a doctor and took his bride, Do not cry and burn your heart from lies.
I’m going, let the world stay with you You will find me in the grave now May your prayer be yours, don’t come to my grave, Do not look at the lying grave and cry.
I would be happy in my home. I surrounded peace with my grandchild, On my way back from the bazaar, I bought Turkish delight, Don’t cry when you lie in front of me.
God’s work is inconceivable, There is trouble to suffer, it does not come in line, Those who take it here don’t laugh there, Don’t wear a scarf and cry.
Look at the album and miss you I think they will come and watch the road, I burn and aches, saying what he does, Don’t bend your head and cry.
This tale will end badly, The world to whom everyone will die Hüdayi will also enter the grave one day, Light the candles in the grave and don’t cry.
26.02.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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