2024.05.14.
Edip Cansever - Mendilimde Kan Sesleri dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
Translation
Sounds of Blood in my Handkerchief
You can reach everywhere
You're never too late for anything
Forgive me, my child
Ahmet Abi, you forgive me too
If I'm here, with my head down
It's not because I feel that way
Not at all
Oh, my beautiful Ahmet Abi
People resemble the place they live
They resemble its water, its soil
They resemble the fish swimming in its water
The flower pushing through its soil
They resemble the hazy slopes of its mountains and hills
The white plains of Konya
The red plains of Antep
They resemble its sky, for its tears are blue
They resemble the sea, for its gaze is wavy
They resemble its houses, streets, and corners
So much so
And its courtyards
(His heart is squeezed with a well ring)
And its words
(Maybe a transaction of a pocket mirror)
And it resembles, one day someone asking for an address
Asking, asking with a sorrowful look
Like a glass cutter's glass, a carpenter's plane
Such a cigarette lighting, someone opening a soda
Their minibuses, their shanties
Their longing, their lies
It's memory is unemployment
It's pain is consciousness
It's knife, it's tears drying
You can't smile, can you, to smile
Is a smile if a nation smiles
How much we resemble Turkey, Ahmet Abi.
You used to hold a beautiful glass
Your elbow resting on a stool
-- Once upon a time, it rested on the sky, I used to say --
Words and pictures on the cigarette pack
Pictures: prisons
Pictures: longing
Pictures: fromlongago
And an eyebrow raised up
Your love is in haste
Your friendship quick
I look now
That glass looks like a curse in your hand.
And what is time, Ahmet Abi?
We used to
Travel to all the stations
Back then, the stations smelled like Malatya
Like Nazilli
And the Edirne Post got soaked in rain
Under the Istanbul rain, thin as a hair
You'd fall in love like a brunette woman
The woman's skin is like ironed cotton sheets
Her long neck
Her eyelashes
And for you, Ahmet Abi
Tomatoes seemed to be cut from a distance
She'd set your dinner table
She'd put her hand to your heart like it was water
If you ended up in prison, she'd bring your cigarettes
She'd give birth to children
And she'd work on those children's hands would fix the world, like lace
Those children would grow up
Those children would grow up
Those children...
Don't ignore it, Ahmet Abi
Poke the hope
Calm down despair
What I'm saying is
Trains used to look like something that'd disappear
But now they're so useful
We're almost living without dreams
Children, women, men
Trains packed
Like the trains heading to the frontier
Workers
Workers going to Germany
Women
Some passengers, some waiting for their loved ones
Suitcases in their hands, mesh bags
Colognes, water bottles, packages
They're all
Like exiled trees growing in the wrong places
Oh, my beautiful Ahmet Abi
See, now
Stations look like scattered bazaars
And the homeland looks like scattered bazaars
I don't even feel like being sad
Even if it does
Not for long
Sadness comes and goes like a jazz song
That quick
That short
That's it.
Ahmet Abi, my dear, why does a handkerchief bleed
It's not a tooth, not a nail, why does a handkerchief bleed
Sounds of blood in my handkerchief.
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