Ýstanbul’da gezdim ben,dolaþtým her bir yeri, Baþka olmuþ bu þehir,medeniyette ileri, Ayyaþ olmuþ insanlar,içki içer su gibi, Ýstanbul ölmüþ sanki,bekliyor bir Fatihi.
Sokaklar dolu züppe,daðýtmýþlar saçlarý, Hepsi takmýþlar maske,yok yüzünde nurlarý, Utanma yok kalmamýþ,sokakda gezer böyle, Ar damarý çatlamýþ,çýplak gezer beyiyle.
Ýslamýn adý kalmýþ,Kuran asýlý evde, Fuhuþ yollarý sarmýþ,zina eder evlerde, Devlet açmýþ kerhane,teþvik etmiþ milleti, Meyhaneler açýlmýþ,içki içer hepisi.
Dikilmiþ gökdelenler,camilerle yarýþta, Açýlmýþ cafe burger,helal boþa arama, Bozulmuþ artýk nesil,takmýþ kýzý koluna, Anne baba kalmamýþ,herkes kendi yoluna.
Zengin kimi fukara,çalýþýr bütün bir gün, Yok olmuþ aileler,olmuþ hepsi kör düðüm, Her yer dolmuþ mafyayla,parçalanmýþ insanlýk, Sokaklar insan dolu, var satýlýk kiralýk.
Þiþli Levent Etiler,yine gördüm ezansýz, Camiden yoksun þehir,manan yine plansýz, Avrupa olmuþ çoktan,çevirmiþler Parise, Her tarafta açýlmýþ,bir çok yeni Kilise.
Osmanlý yatar burda,kabirler dolu insan, Vuzerayla Padiþah,makber dolu kabristan. Nur kaplamýþ her yeri,görüyor gören gözler, Bu zamanda insanlýk,eski günleri özler.
Beyoðlu þeytan dolu,melek girmez sokaklar, Kim müslüman kim deðil,þeytan melek kovalar, Kiliseler Havralar,kim giriyor bunlara, Geçti yine namazým,bir tek camii olsa ya.
Karaköy eski Bizans,kokmuþ köhne surlarý, Açmýþ melanet yeri,satar Ayþe Fatmayý, Yeniden fetih yapsak,alsak þehri yeniden, Kan aðlýyor mezarda,ceddim Fatih kederden.
Ýstanbul’a nur yaðar,hem gecede gündüzde, Ýstanbul Ýslambol’du,çevirmiþler Paris’e. Ervah kalkar kabrinden,sýyýrýr kýlýnçlarý, Fatih elde kýlýnçla,açar Ayasofyayý.
06.02.2015//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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ISTANBUL IS VERY DEGRADED ...
I traveled in Istanbul, I wandered everywhere, This city has been different, advanced in civilization, Drunk people drink like water, Istanbul is as if dead, a conqueror waiting.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Her spoiled son’s daughter, they resemble Frenke, There is no difference in Istanbul, with a Muslim, My Locked Temple, I could not enter Mosques are empty, they do not enter.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
The streets are full of snobs, they messed up their hair, They all wore masks, no lights on your face, Don’t be embarrassed, it wanders the streets like this, With his artery cracked, naked traveling gentleman.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
The name of Islam remains in the house where the Quran hangs, Prostitution is surrounded by roads, adultery in houses, The state opened a brothel, encouraged the nation, The taverns have opened, they all drink.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Erected skyscrapers compete with mosques, Opened cafe burger, halal, don’t search for nothing, Corrupted leftover generation, wearing her daughter on her arm, There are no parents left, everyone has their own way.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Rich some to the poor, work all day, Lost families, all are blind knots, With the everywhere mafia, shattered humanity, The streets are full of people, there are for sale and rent.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Þiþli Levent Etiler, I saw it again without pain, The city lacks a mosque, the meaning is again unplanned, Europe has already been, they have turned Paris, Many new churches opened all around.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Ottoman lies here, people full of tombs, Vuzera with the Sultan, the graveyard full of makber. Eyes that see everywhere covered with light, At this time, humanity longs for the old days.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Beyoðlu is full of devils, the streets are full of angels, Who is not a muslim, the devil chases angels, Churches Synagogues, who enters them, My prayer passed again, if only there was a mosque.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
Karaköy old Byzantine, stinky and rickety walls, Opened the place of misery, sells Ayþe Fatma, Let’s conquer again, take the city again, Blood cries in the grave, my heart, Fatih, from grief.
Ervah rises from his grave, peels off his swords, Fatih opens Hagia Sophia with a sword in hand.
06.02.2015 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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