Lyrics and translation
Original
Sayamazsın bu fani dünyada ne kadarı insanız, ne kadarı insan?
Ne kadarı kötü, ne kadarı iyi, ne kadarı cellat, ne kadarı melek? Coğrafya kader demiş ya Felek. . .
Kimine kara, kimine çiçekli çelenk. Kimine para, kimine makineli tüfek.
Kimine uçak, kimine taş ve sapan. Saçma sapan insanın hırsı, böyle çağ kapayıp çağ açılmaz.
Bin daha verse bin daha daha ister ve yine doymaz asla.
Onlar ki dünyayı fethederler, ortak açıda birleşenler. Nasıl ki her tuzak avı bekler, her gazap azabını bekler.
Sevince insan toprağını kalem kağıtla da meydan okur.
Enkazlı sokak ve caddeleri bahane etmez, yolunu bulur. Adalet ararken zulmedilen, kaybeder hem yeri hem yurdu.
Fakat inancı tam, umudu baki. Bir gün her sokak görür denizi.
Çünkü inanç tam, umut baki. Bir gün her sokak görür Akdeniz'i!
Bir yanım git, bir yanım kal.
Bir yanım yok, bir yanım var. Bir yanım aç, bir yanım tok.
Bir yanım az, bir yanım çok. Bir yanım yaz, bir yanım güz. Bir yanım har, bir yanım buz.
Bir yanım bağır, bir yanım sus. Ortası varsa da orada yokuz. Bebeği de çocuğu da rahat bırakın.
Mazlumu, hayvanı rahat bırakın. Yavruyu, kadını da rahat bırakın.
Ağacı ve ormanı rahat bırakın. Sadece bunlara uysak bile gerisi gelir kendi kendine.
Kapataslak insan olmak bu kadar basit. Doğayla oynarsan yağmur nasip.
Olacak yok bir yer kaçacak. Zulmedenin sonu her zaman helak. Yakıp yıkmak nasıl insan işi?
Şeytana uymak bu şeytan işi. Sevince insan toprağını kalem kağıtla da meydan okur.
Enkazlı sokak ve caddeleri bahane etmez, yolunu bulur.
Adalet ararken zulmedilen, kaybeder hem kadın hem çocuğu. Fakat inancı tam, umudu baki.
Bir gün her sokak görür denizi.
English translation
You can't count how many of us are humans in this mortal world, how many of us are humans?
How much is bad, how much is good, how much is executioner, how much is angel? As Felek said, geography is destiny. . .
Black for some, floral wreath for others. Money for some, machine guns for others.
For some it's a plane, for some it's a stone and a slingshot. The greed of a nonsense person cannot end an era and open an era like this.
If he gave a thousand more, he would want a thousand more and would never be satisfied.
They are the ones who conquer the world, those who unite in common. Just as every trap awaits prey, every wrath awaits torment.
When one is happy, one also challenges one's land with pen and paper.
He doesn't use wrecked streets and avenues as an excuse, he finds his way. He who is oppressed while seeking justice loses both his place and his homeland.
But his faith is full, his hope is eternal. One day, every street will see the sea.
Because faith is full, hope is eternal. One day, every street will see the Mediterranean!
Leave with me, stay with me.
I don't have a side, I have a side. One side of me is hungry, the other side is full.
One side of me is less, the other side is more. One side of me is summer, the other side is autumn. One side of me is fire, the other side is ice.
Part of me screams, part of me stays silent. Even if there is a middle ground, we are not there. Leave both the baby and the child alone.
Leave the oppressed animal alone. Leave the baby and the woman alone.
Leave the tree and the forest alone. Even if we only comply with these, the rest will come by itself.
Being a sketchy person is that simple. If you play with nature, you will receive rain.
There is no way, there will be no place to escape. The end of the oppressor is always destruction. How is it human to destroy and burn?
Following the devil is the devil's work. When one is happy, one also challenges one's land with pen and paper.
He doesn't use wrecked streets and avenues as an excuse, he finds his way.
The one who is oppressed while seeking justice loses both the woman and the child. But his faith is full, his hope is eternal.
One day, every street will see the sea.