Hikaye
Senin dudaklarin pembe
Ellerin beyaz,
Al tut ellerimi bebek
Tut biraz!
Benim dogdugum koylerde
Ceviz agaclari yoktu,
Ben bu yuzden serinlige hasretim
Oksa biraz!
Benim dogdugum koylerde
Bugday tarlalari yoktu,
Dagit saçlarini bebek
Savur biraz!
Benim dogdugum koyleri
Aksamlari eskiyalar basardi.
Ben bu yuzden yalnizligi hic sevmem
Konus biraz!
Benim dogdugum koylerde
Kuzey ruzgarlari eserdi,
Ve bu yuzden dudaklarim catlaktir
Op biraz!
Sen Turkiye gibi aydinlik ve guzelsin!
Benim dogdugum koyler de guzeldi,
Sen de anlat dogdugun yerleri,
Anlat biraz!
Yazar:Cahit Kulebi
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Story
Your lips are red
Your hands are white
Take my hands, child,
Hold them a while.
In the village where I was born
There were no walnut trees
That's why I yearn for coolness
Fondle me a while.
In the village where I was born
There were no cornfields
So scatter your hair child
Flaunt it a while.
In the village where I was born
The north winds blew
That's why my lips are cracked
Kiss them a while
In the village where I was born
Bandits struck by night
That's why I hate to be alone
Speak with me a while
In the village where I was born
Men did not know how to laugh
That's why I'm still so unhappy
Make me laugh a while
You are light and beauty, like my country Turkey
The village where I was born was beautiful too
Now tell me of the place where you were born
Tell me a while.
Writer:Cahit Kulebi
Translated from Turkish to English by MehmedII