Şafak Türküsü - Ahmet Kaya

Beni burada arama

Arama anna

Kapida ADIMI sorma

Saclarina yýldýz düsmüs

Koparma anne aglama.

Kac zamandir yüzüm…

Gözlerim … bekledim

Uzarken … kulagim kiriste

…özledim …

Yasamak isterseken delice

Ah.verebilseydim… keske

ÇÜKÜ avcunda kosan herbir …

Tepeden tirnaga ogula

Ve kiza kesmis

Bir ülkeye armagan

Düslerimle sinirsiz

Diretmisligimle genc

Saskinligimla cocuk devrederken sirdasima

Usulca aci verdi yanagimda tomurcuk

Pir Sultan’i düsün anne, Seyh Bedretinn’i

Börklüce'yi, Torlak Kemal’i

Insanlari düsün anne

Düsün ki yüregin sallansin

Düsün ki o an güzel günlere inanan

Mutlu bir Yusufcuk havalansin

Yani benim güzel annem

Ala safaginda ülkemin yildiz ucurmak varken

Oturup yildizlar icinde kendi buruk kanimi ictim

Ne garip duygu su ölmek

Öptügüm kizlar geliyor aklima

Bir aciklamasi vardir elbet giderken dar agacina

Geride masa üstünde boynu bükük

Kaldi kagit kalem.

Bagisla beni güzel annem

Ogul tadinda bir mektup yazamadim diye

Kizma bana.

Elleri deysin istemedim

Gözleri deysin istemedim

Aglayip kokluyacaktin

Belki bir ömür tasiyacaktin koynunda.

Yasamak agrisi asildi boynumda

Oysa türkü tadinda yasamak isterdim

Ölmek ne garip sey anne

Bayram kartlarinin tutsakligindan asirip bayrami

Sedef kakmali bir kutu icinde

Vermek isterdim cocuklarin ellerine

Sonra, sonra benim güzel annem

Damdan düser gibi vurulmak isterdim bir kiza

Gecenin kiyisinda durmusum

Kefenin cebi yok

Koynuma yildiz doldurmusum

Kosun cocuklar kosun

Sabah üstüme üstüme geliyor

Kisacasi güzel annem

Bir cicegi düsünürken ürpermek yok

Gülmek umud etmek özlemek

Ya da mektup beklemek

Gözleri yatirip iraklara.

Ölmek ne garip anne

Artik duvarlari kanatircasina tirnagimla

Saskin umutlu siirler yazamiyacagim

Mutlak bir inancla gözlerimi tavana cakamiyacagim

Baba olamiyacagim örnegin

Toprak olmak ne garip sey anne.

Ucurumlarki sende büyür

Dagdir ki sende göcer

Ben bayram derim cicek derim

Cam diplerine acmis kanatlarini kozalak derim

Gül yanakli cocuga benzer

Yinede oglunu yitirmek ne garip sey anne

Her kavgada ölen benim

Bayrak tutan carpisan

Her kadin topragi tirnakliyarak

Dogurur beni

Özlem beni kavga benim ask benim

Bekle beni anne.

Bir sabah cikagelirim

Bir sabah anne bir sabah

Acini süpürmek icin actiginda kapiyi

Adi baska sesi baska

Nice yasitim

Koynunda çiçekler

Çiçekler icinde bir ülke getirirler

don't call me here

search anna

Don't ask for my name at the door

Your hair has a star

Don't cry mommy.

How long has my face been…

my eyes... i waited

While I'm stretching... my ear is on the beam

…I miss …

It's crazy when you want to live

Ah. I wish I could give…

Every single one whose DICK runs in the palm of his hand…

from head to toe

And she cut a kiza

gift to a country

angry with my dreams

young with my insistence

With my amazement, my confidant

Softly it hurts a bud on my cheek

Think of Pir Sultan, mother, Sheikh Bedretinn

Börklüce, Torlak Kemal

think about people mom

Think that your heart will shake

Think that the one who believes in good days at that moment

Let a happy Dragonfly fly

So my beautiful mother

At the dawn of my country, when the stars are blowing

I sat and drank my own bitter blood among the stars

What a strange feeling to die water

I think of the girls I kissed

Of course there is an explanation to the narrow tree on the way

Bent over the table in the back

The paper pen is gone.

forgive me my beautiful mother

Because I couldn't write a son-like letter

Do not be mad at me.

I didn't want you to say hands

I didn't want you to say eyes

You would cry and smell

Maybe you would carry a lifetime in your bosom.

The pain of living was hanging on my neck

However, I would like to live in the taste of a song

What a strange thing to die, mother

Celebrating the holiday from the captivity of holiday cards

In a mother-of-pearl inlaid box

I would like to give it to the hands of children

Then, later my beautiful mother

I'd like to be hit like a roof fell on a girl

I stood on the shore of the night

The shroud has no pockets

I put a star on my sheep

run boys run

Morning comes to me

In short, my beautiful mother

No chills when thinking of a flower

laugh hope miss

Or wait for a letter

Turn your eyes to Iraq.

What a strange death to die

Now I'm nailing the walls like I'm bleeding

I can't write confused hopeful poems

I won't be able to stare at the ceiling with absolute faith

For example, I can't be a father

What a strange thing to be soil, mother.

The cliffs grow in you

It is the mountain that migrates in you

I call it a holiday, I call it a flower

I call your wings, which are open to the bottom of the glass, cones

Similar to a rosy cheeked child

Still, what a strange thing to lose your son, mother

I'm the one who dies in every fight

Carpisan holding a flag

Every woman nails the ground

It gives birth to me

longing me fight my love

Wait for me mom.

I'll be out one morning

one morning mother one morning

When you open the door to sweep away your pain

Another common voice

i live nice

flowers in your bosom

They bring a country in flowers