Dokunma - Uğur Işılak

Koklamaya sakındığım gül vurdu

Güvendiğim sığındığım el vurdu

İçim döktüm sazımdaki tel vurdu

Tükendim tükendim…

Dokunma boşuna dokunma yaram çok

Dokunma merhemle ilaçla aram yok

Dokunma boşuna dokunma yaram çok

Dokunma merhemle ilaçla aram yok

Gül yerine can sunduğum yar vurdu

Yazın güneş vurdu kışın kar vurdu

Yıkıldıkça gurur vurdu ar vurdu

Tükendim tükendim…

Dokunma boşuna dokunma yaram çok

Dokunma merhemle ilaçla aram yok

Dokunma boşuna dokunma yaram çok

Dokunma merhemle ilaçla aram yok

Dokunma boşuna dokunma yaram çok

Dokunma merhemle ilaçla aram yok

Ümit Yıldırım

akşar kosor Erzurum

The rose that I refrained from smelling shot

The hand that I trusted and took shelter in was shot

I shed my heart, the wire in my saz hit

I'm exhausted...

Don't touch it, don't touch it, my wound is so bad

Don't touch me with ointment and medicine

Don't touch it, don't touch it, my wound is so bad

Don't touch me with ointment and medicine

Instead of a rose, my soul shot the half that I offered.

The sun hits in the summer and the snow in the winter

As it collapsed, pride struck

I'm exhausted...

Don't touch it, don't touch it, my wound is so bad

Don't touch me with ointment and medicine

Don't touch it, don't touch it, my wound is so bad

Don't touch me with ointment and medicine

Don't touch it, don't touch it, my wound is so bad

Don't touch me with ointment and medicine

Umit Yildirim

Akşar Kosor Erzurum