Ankara’da dolaþtým bu yýlbaþý öncesi, Geliyormuþ yeni yýl eski nereye gitti, Hacý Bayram altýnda,dolaþtým bir sokakta, Hindi tavuk sürüsü,geziyordu yollarda.
Satýcý baðýrmakta,hindilerim çok sýcak, Buradan almazsanýz patron bana kýzacak, Yolunmuþtu tavuklar,nar gibiydi tezgahta, Kelle paça arama,kimse bakmaz onlara.
Neresi dedim bura,yabancý ülkedeyim, Rüyada mý Allahým ,yoksa cehennnemdeyim, Müslüman bir ülkede,olabilir mi bunlar, Ne kadar batýl varsa vatanýma dolmuþlar.
Eskimiþ geçen yýllar,ne var ne yok gelende, Müslümana düþen þey Allaha secde eyle, Geçti koca bir yýl daha,geçen gitti gelmez ki, Yeni gelen de belki Azrail bekler seni.
Meydanlarda su gibi,içiyorlar birayý, Hak vaki olsa anda,görecekler hanyayý, Ne azim bir tehlike,imansýz gider insan, Kabirde ve mahþerde periþan olur her an.
Hristiyan bayramý,bilinmiyor kim soktu, Noel Baba sapýðý,eski günlerde yoktu, Ey müslüman uyuma,bunlar Bizans artýðý, Hz.Ömer varken bize,bu reziller reva mý.
Gülüyorlar sinsice,avladýk müslümaný, Bir gecede verdiler ,din ile imanlarý, Þeytan mesrur gülüyor,ne mutlu bugün bana, Dinden çýkardým bugün,isyan etti Allaha.
Polisler teyakkuzda,trafikte karmaþa, Sarhoþlar yola çýkmýþ,ayýk insan arama, Tecavüzler tacizler,þeytanlar zevkten dörtköþe, Orta yerde kýzlara,taciz yapar eliyle.
Ermeni, yahudiler,yaptý kara planý, Müslümana baský var,yasakladý Kelamý, Ýngilizi Frenki,hakim oldu ülkemde, Ortada baþkalarý ,yüzlerde malum maske.
Müslümanýn evladý,buraya nasýl geldi, Bizlere ne olduysa,birden ansýzýn geldi. Cumamýz pazar oldu,cumaya gitmek yasak, Yuh olsun ervahýna,zina serbest o yasak.
Çöreklendi basýna,yaptý açýk filimler, Hababam sýnýfýyla,öðretmeni zemmeder, Hocalar günahsýzdý,sahtekar oldu Hoca, En güzel libaslarý,giydirdiler Papaza.
Ýmansýzýn evladý,ne istedin milletten? Yazýklar olsun sana,geçip gittin zilletten ! Ne yapar ne edersin,nerede kiminlesin? Papaz arkadaþ sana,hahamla birliktesin.
Kuran yazardý Hoca,cinci hoca dediler, Müslüman parasýyla,Ýmam kötülediler, Þimdi yanar kabirde,kordan ateþ içinde, Yuh olsun ervahýna,fesat ekti ülkeme.
Ne acayip insansýn,insanlarý kandýrma, Elinde zemzem ile,cehenneme çaðýrma, Bu yerin altýda var,hesap kolay olmaz ki, Millete çýðýr açan,inan iflah olmaz ki.
Günahlarý boynuna,zina þarap opera, Serbest oldu bak zina,geziyorlar kol kola. Sen açtýn behey adam,günaha giden yolu, Hüdayi yanlýþ yapma,yaþýyor elin oðlu,
I wandered around Ankara this before Christmas, The new year was coming, where did the old go, Under Hacý Bayram, I wandered in a street, A flock of turkey and chickens wandered on the roads.
The seller is shouting, my turkeys are so hot, The boss will be mad at me if you don’t get it from here Chickens were plucked, like pomegranates on the counter, Don’t call them head and feet, nobody will look at them.
I looked at the screens suddenly, Bingo swivels are shown in the ad, Lottery tickets are on the way every step, The dream sells scratch cards to the public.
I said where is here, I’m in a foreign country, Is it in a dream, my God, or I’m in Hell, Could these be in a Muslim country? They have filled my homeland as much as superstitious.
The old years, what’s up and coming, What falls to a Muslim prostrate to Allah, A whole year has passed, the past has not come, Maybe the newcomer Azrael awaits you.
Like water in the squares, they drink beer As soon as the truth comes, they will see the hanya, What a determined danger, people go unbelievers, It will be miserable every moment in the grave and in the Judgment.
Christian holiday, unknown who stung, Santa Claus pervert, did not exist in the old days, O muslim sleep, these are Byzantine residues, Are these rascals available to us while Hz.
They laugh sneakily, we hunted the Muslim, They gave it overnight, religion and faith, Satan happy laughing, how happy is me today, I left religion today, rebelled against Allah.
The cops are on the alert, traffic chaos, Drunks set off, look for sober people, Rape harassment, demons four corners of pleasure, She harassed girls in the middle.
Armenians, Jews, made a land plan, There is pressure on the Muslim, he forbade the Word, British Frankish ruled my country, There are others, masks on faces.
Muslim’s son, how did he come here, Whatever happened to us suddenly came. Our Friday is Sunday, it is forbidden to go to Friday, Good luck, adultery is forbidden.
He made the open films, My dweller and his class, the teacher, The teachers were sinless, he became a dishonest Hodja, The most beautiful libas, they dressed the priest.
Unbelieving son, what did you want from the nation? Shame on you, you passed away from disgrace! What do you do, what do you do, where are you with whom? Priest friend to you, you are with the rabbi.
They said Hodja was the author of the Koran, he said, With Muslim money, the Imam denigrated him, Now it burns in the grave, the ember is in fire, God bless you, mischief has sowed my country.
What a freak you are, don’t deceive people, With Zamzam in hand, don’t call it hell, This place is underground, the calculation is not easy, Breakthrough to the nation, believe it, it will not prosper.
Sins on your neck, adultery wine opera, Look, adultery has been released, they are traveling arm in arm. You opened the way to sin, man, Make no mistake, he lives son of the hand,
02.01.2016 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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