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Goran Bregovic - Allahin Varsa lyrics
Yaz bitti yine mevsim sonbahar
Kim çeker kim bekler bu kadar
Sofrandaki kýrýntýlar kadar
Bile mi olamadým
Allahýn varsa
Bu akþam adres defterinde
S harfinin olduðu yerde
Bulup ya çiz ya yak adýmý
Ya da sessizlik koy yerine
Allahýn varsa
Vicdansýz
Rüyama, þarkýma, þiirime girdin
Sanki kendi bahçelerin misali arsýz
Be vefasýz
Sana martýlar getirdim
Kanatlarým var beyaz
Ama acýmýyor yüreðim
Elde sazlar, sarý yazlar oðlanlar, kýzlar
Yudumlanýr salkým
gölgelerinde naðmeler nazlar
Þahit yýldýzlar
'Doður' dedin bana 'kurabiye gibi çocuklar'
Gittiðin o gece ardýndan
Ýki kadýn uyanýp aðlayacak
Biri annen, diðeri ben
(birim biras aðlayacak)
Allahýn varsa
Vicdansýz
Rüyama, þarkýma, þiirime girdin
Sanki kendi bahçelerin misali arsýz
Be vefasýz
Sana martýlar getirdim
Kanatlarým var beyaz
Ama acýmýyor yüreðim
Elde sazlar, sarý yazlar oðlanlar, kýzlar
Yudumlanýr salkým
gölgelerinde naðmeler nazlar
Þahit yýldýzlar
Goran Bregovic - Allahin Varsa - http://motolyrics.com/goran-bregovic/allahin-varsa-lyrics.html
Translation
Summer is no more, it is always fall
Who else would suffer, who else would wait so long
Am I no more then these crumbs on your table
You, cruel you
If you believe in God
Search in the phonebook
For the letter S
Find my name and cross it out
Or burn it, or put it in silence in its pace
If you believe in God
Cold-blooded
You came into my dream, my song, my poetry
Like you would in your back yard
You infidel
Here are seagulls for you
My wings are glittering white
And my heart aches no more
Playing the lute, that yellow summer, loved by every boy and girl
In the shade of the vines coy, melodies ring
Stars witness
You asked me to bear your children
The night that you went away
Two women rose up and cried
One your mother, the other I
You have to bear my burden too
If you believe in God
Cold-blooded
You came into my dream, my song, my poetry
Like you would in your back yard
You infidel
Here are seagulls for you
My wings are glittering white
And my heart aches no more
Playing the lute, that yellow summer, loved by every boy and girl
In the shade of the vines coy, melodies ring
Stars witness