Dönme Dolap - Aşık Mahzuni Şerif

Pazarbaşı bu ne pazar gardaşım?

Hesap kitap yoktur, soyan soyana

Gözler yaşlı yaşlı, cepler kuraklık

Sorgu sual yoktur, kıyan kıyana

Sorgu sual yoktur, kıyan kıyana

Binbir bela ile yetişen ürün

Samandan değersiz şu hâli görün

Demek bize lanet, size aferin

Oy alıp söz verip cayan cayana

Oy alıp söz verip cayan cayana

Bir ceket etmiyor memur maaşı

Kimler kaldıracak bu ağır taşı?

Ovaları sular oldu gözyaşı

Uludağ başında kayan kayana

Uludağ başında kayan kayana

Senede bulamaz bir kilo eti

Fakire mi inmiş hakkın laneti?

Kimlerin terinden kimin serveti?

Allah için desin duyan duyana

Allah için desin duyan duyana

Hastaneler önü tümenle hasta

Dörtte biri öldü, ner’desin usta?

Böyle davranılmaz en büyük dosta

Yetimler hakkından doyan doyana

Yetimler hakkından doyan doyana

Der Mahzuni saysam dertler ondan çok

Kimi hırsız, kimi açtır, kimi tok

Bizde sabır bitti, sizde vicdan yok

Nice beddualar sayan sayana

Nice beddualar sayan sayana

Bizde sabır bitti, sizde vicdan yok

Ardınızdan nice sayan sayana

Nice beddualar sayan sayana

Pazarbaşı, what Sunday is this?

There is no account book, robbed robbed

Tears in tears, pockets in drought

There is no question of questioning, blasphemy

There is no question of questioning, blasphemy

The product that grows with a thousand and one troubles

See this, worthless straw

So damn us, well done to you

To the cayan who made a promise and voted

To the cayan who made a promise and voted

Not a jacket officer salary

Who will lift this heavy stone?

The plains became waters of tears

To the rock that slides at the top of Uludag

To the rock that slides at the top of Uludag

A kilo of meat cannot be found in a year

Is it the curse of the right that fell on the poor?

Whose wealth from whose sweat?

For God's sake, say to those who hear

For God's sake, say to those who hear

Patients in front of hospitals

A quarter is dead, where are you, master?

That's not how you treat your best friend

The orphans are satisfied with their rights

The orphans are satisfied with their rights

If I count Der Mahzuni, the troubles are more than him.

Some are thieves, some are hungry, some are full

We have run out of patience, you have no conscience

Nice curses to the one who counts

Nice curses to the one who counts

We have run out of patience, you have no conscience

After you, nice counting

Nice curses to the one who counts