More songs by Lalalar
Description
Everything around seems a bit unfestive - thorns, walls, a little dirt under your nails - but inside, it's like something is blooming. It's that kind of mood when life is pressing down, but the air smells of wine, and even in the darkness, you can sense the morning. The people in this song aren't made of glass - they get scratched, they break, but they still shine because there's no other way. And there's something strangely comforting about that: the world might be imperfect, but you're still alive, beautiful, like a breath of fresh air after a long winter. Words: Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi Music: Unregistered Choreography: Ilayda Ipekci. Dancers: Barış Diker, Diren Ezgi Yıldızkan Video: Kerim Safa Camera: Alikan İpek Arrangement: Lalalar Producer: Lalalar Mix/Master: Barlas Tan Özemeç Studio: Schlossstone
Lyrics and translation
Original
Diken içindeler ama gül gibiler.
Hapisteler ama şarap gibiler.
Balçık içindeler ama günel gibiler, günel gibiler.
Her gün bir yerden göçmek ne iyi, her gün bir yere konmak ne güzel.
Her gün bir yerden göçmek ne iyi, her gün bir yere konmak ne güzel. Buğulanmadan, donmadan akmak ne hoş.
Buğulanmadan, donmadan akmak ne hoş.
Diken içindeler ama gül gibiler.
Hapisteler ama şarap gibiler.
Balçık içindeler ama günel gibiler, günel gibiler.
Dünle beraber gitti cancağızım.
Ne kadar söz varsa düne ait.
Dünle beraber gitti cancağızım.
Ne kadar söz varsa düne ait.
Şimdi yeni şeyler söylemek lazım.
Şimdi yeni şeyler söylemek lazım.
Diken içindeyiz ama gül gibiyiz.
Hapisteyiz ama şarap gibiyiz.
Balçık içindeyiz ama günel gibiyiz, günel gibiyiz.
Gece içindeyiz ama sabah gibiyiz, sabah gibiyiz.
Gece içindeyiz ama sabah gibiyiz, sabah gibiyiz.
Diken içindeyiz ama gül gibiyiz. Hapisteyiz ama şarap gibiyiz.
Gece içindeyiz ama sabah gibiyiz, sabah gibiyiz.
English translation
They are full of thorns but they are like roses.
They are in prison but they are like wine.
They are covered in mud, but they look sunny, they look sunny.
How good it is to migrate from somewhere every day, how nice it is to land somewhere every day.
How good it is to migrate from somewhere every day, how nice it is to land somewhere every day. How nice it is to flow without fog or freezing.
How nice it is to flow without fog or freezing.
They are full of thorns but they are like roses.
They are in prison but they are like wine.
They are covered in mud, but they look sunny, they look sunny.
It's gone with yesterday, my dear.
All the words belong to yesterday.
It's gone with yesterday, my dear.
All the words belong to yesterday.
Now we need to say new things.
Now we need to say new things.
We are surrounded by thorns but we are like roses.
We are in prison but we are like wine.
We are in mud, but we feel like sunshine, we feel like sunshine.
We are in the night but we are like the morning, we are like the morning.
We are in the night but we are like the morning, we are like the morning.
We are surrounded by thorns but we are like roses. We are in prison but we are like wine.
We are in the night but we are like the morning, we are like the morning.