More songs by Zülfü Livaneli
Description
Producer: Vassilis Mastorakis
Lyrics and translation
Original
Little roads of this land
Can't hold hands due to pain
Poetic languages from top to bottom
My hero, my lion, lies here
I'm sad today, don't let the roses bloom
They give bad news about my hero
Stone couches with iron mattresses
My hero, my lion, lies here
He neither ate anything unlawful nor killed anyone.
As clean as bread, as clear as water
He passed judgments without anyone hearing
My hero, my lion, lies here
Is there threshing between graves?
Can there be any cure in thirteen years in prison?
Will Azrael take my hungry, thirsty soul?
My hero, my lion, lies here
Will Azrael take my hungry, thirsty soul?
My hero, my lion, lies here
English translation
Little roads of this land
Can't hold hands due to pain
Poetic languages from top to bottom
My hero, my lion, lies here
I'm sad today, don't let the roses bloom
They give bad news about my hero
Stone couches with iron mattresses
My hero, my lion, lies here
He neither ate anything unlawful nor killed anyone.
As clean as bread, as clear as water
He passed judgments without anyone hearing
My hero, my lion, lies here
Is there threshing between graves?
Can there be any cure in thirteen years in prison?
Will Azrael take my hungry, thirsty soul?
My hero, my lion, lies here
Will Azrael take my hungry, thirsty soul?
My hero, my lion, lies here