KIZILIRMAK YAVRUMU VER BANA..

Sende hiç merhamet olmaz mý ýrmak,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana,
Nerden bilem yavrum burda kalacak,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Kaç gündür boðazýmdan geçmiyor,
Feryat figan ettim kimse duymuyor,
Deli divan oldum evim almýyor,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Ben yaþarken þimdi oldum bir ölü,
Araya araya oldum bir deli,
Yaþýyor sanmayýn canlar siz beni,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Bir mezarý yok ki varýp aðlýyam,
Mezarýn taþýna bakýp okuyam,
Gözden yaþým döküp döküp çaðlýyam,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Gelinlik giymedi kefeni oldu,
Yavrumun yüzleri nasýl da soldu,
Komþu akrabalar ýrmaða doldu,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Kaderinde varmýþ böyle yazýlmýþ,
Genç çaðýnda kýzým kabire varmýþ,
Soðuk kara toprak altýnda kalmýþ,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Aðlýyor annesi göz yaþý dinmez,
Yürekler yanýyor kolayca sönmez,
Tabibler çaresiz yaramý sarmaz,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.



Özlerdim kýzýmý her gün arardým,
Ýpek saçlarýný nasýl tarardým,
Hüdayi aðlýyor kýzýmsýz kaldým,
Kýzýlýrmak ver sen yavrumu bana.

27.02.2019//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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GIVE UP BRILLIANT YOU ..

Do you have no mercy on you, the river?
Give me my baby to be angry,
How do I know my baby will stay here,
Give me a red-hot girl.

How many days it hasn’t been passing by my throat
I scream nobody hears,
I became a crazy divan, my house does not buy,
Give me the red-hot girl.

While I was living, now I became a dead
I met a madman,
Don’t think that souls are alive,
Give me a red-hot girl.

He does not have a grave that I will come and cry,
I can’t look at the stone of the tomb and read
I pour my tears and pour out my eyes,
Give me a red-hot girl.

He didn’t wear a wedding dress, he had a shroud,
How pale my child’s faces
Neighboring relatives filled the river,
Give me the red-hot girl.

He was destined to be written like that,
My daughter had a grave in her young age,
Under the cold black ground,
Give me a red-hot girl.

Her mother cries, her tears do not fade,
Hearts burn, don’t die out easily,
Doctors do not heal the helpless wound,
Give me a red-hot girl.

I would miss and call my daughter every day
How would I comb your silk hair,
Hüdayi is crying, I was without a daughter,
Give me a red-hot girl.

27.02.2019 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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