Uçkunum anam, döndüm gazele Eyvallah olur göynüm güzele Kurşununa da kem gözüne de Eyvahlar olsun böyle düzene
Sanki kafamın içinde bi festival Altımda plaka elimde testi var Burnum batı diyor ama yüreğim doğu Doğuda kovboy şapkalı kara istila
Kaç kuşak aynı dersten kaldık bihaber Matematiğimiz değişken de coğrafya kader Dans eder türkü çağırırız bulmaya özü Ama enseden yapışır içtima
Aşkolsun sana be Yaktın beni de Gençliğim soldu böyle
Hani baş koydum bu yola ben Özgürlüğümün Adı yok mu bu yerde?
Uçkunum anam, döndüm gazele Eyvallah olur göynüm güzele Kurşununa da kem gözüne de Eyvahlar olsun böyle düzene
Haram yemez gönül gözüm Yayan yürür yolu uzun Doğru diyen bu deli sazın Söveni de çok
Ne yarandım ne yerindim Gariptim aşka büründüm Yağlı yiyen boşboğazın Sevmeyeni yok
Adalet olmuş ademin elinde silah Ne yerimiz kaldı anlatacak ne külah Tanrım hayırla göndersin bize bi felah Vatanım! bi' gün yüzü gör! içim şişti ha!
Kuru soğan ekmek arası zaruri Bize bi' barış gerek hem de umumi Ne olursan ol demiş ya hani Rûmi Ötesi yalan olur insanlık istifa!
Aşkımdan sana ne? Yaktın dilimi Üflerim her yoğurdu
Hani cepken yok cep delik Tatlım beni de Bir ana doğurdu
SPARK
I’m a spark, dear, I have become a ghazal my soul welcomes in what it finds beautiful to the poured lead, and the evil eye it repels woe be to a system like this
it feels like there is a festival in my head a number plate secured, a jug in my hand my nose says west but my heart is for the east yet the dark invasion in the east wears a cowboy hat
for how many generations have we failed the same class, unaware our maths variable yet geography our fate we dance, we sing folk songs to find our essence yet the assembly call grabs us by the neck
well done to you you’ve ruined me and my youth has faded away
I’ve set my heart on this path so is my freedom not worthy of any mention here?
I’m a spark, dear, I am now scattered like broken leaves my soul welcomes in what it finds beautiful to the poured lead and the evil eye it repels woe be to a system like this
my soul’s eye never stoops to the ill-gotten it walks the long path by foot and there are many who damn this mad instrument which speaks the truth
I neither curried favour nor did I feel regret I was outcast I dressed myself in love yet none hate the loudmouth who always gets the greasy bit
justice has become a weapon in man’s hand we neither have a tale to tell, nor a room to tell it in I hope god sends us some salvation with gratitude my homeland! I hope you see the light of day! I really have had enough!
condemned to eat mere onions in my bread what we need is peace and on a universal scale for that you know how Rûmi said ‘come whatever you are’ the rest would be a lie, so humanity, resign!
my love is none of your business, alright? once burnt by you I am now forever shy
don’t even have a gipon and there is a hole in my pocket and sweety, I, too, was born of a mother
