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Galata

4:24turkish pop, arabesk Album İncir Reçeli 2 (Soundtrack) 2014-10-18

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Description

Glasses clink against the table, candles seem to grow straight out of the asphalt of memory, and the evening turns into an endless postcard with the scent of wine. Conversations are light as smoke, and longing hides in every breath, in every glance that seeks an answer where it cannot be found. Everything seems cheerful, but there is always an undertone of “what if?” - and it breaks off immediately, leaving only music and a slightly aching emptiness between the words.

Lyrics and translation

Original

Kadehin dibini vurunca dostlar masaya

Gönlümün sokaklarında kandiller yanar

Muhabbet demini salınca hafiften havaya

Gözlerim gözlerini felaketimi arar

Şimdi galatada bir meyhanede

Aklım o zat-ı şahanede

Dostlar gönlümü eyler boşa

Artık kalmadı bir bahane de

Şans ne gezer divanede

Onca içtik meyler boşa

Sonsuz bir akşam üstü şimdi

Hasret gitmez çakıldı kaldı semaya

Canımın canı gönlümü kahret

Gitme müptela etme cefaya

Sonsuz bir akşam üstü şimdi

Gitmez çakıldı kaldı semaya

Canımın canı gönlümü kahret

Gitme müptela etme cefaya

Kadehin dibini vurunca dostlar masaya

Gönlümün sokaklarında kandiller yanar

Muahbbet demini salınca hafiften havaya

Gözlerim gözlerini felaketimi arar

Şimdi galatada bir meyhanede

Aklım o zat-ı şahanede

Dostlar gönlümü eyler boşa

Artık kalmadı bir bahane de

Şans ne gezer divanede

Onca içtik meyler boşa

Sonsuz bir akşam üstü şimdi

Hasret gitmez çakıldı kaldı semaya

Canımın canı gönlümü kahret

Gitme müptela etme cefaya

Sonsuz bir akşam üstü şimdi

Hasret gitmez çakıldı kaldı semaya

Canımın canı gönlümü kahret

Gitme müptela etme cefaya, cefaya, cefaya

English translation

When you hit the bottom of your glass, friends come to the table

Lamps burn in the streets of my heart

When the brew of conversation is released into the air,

My eyes search for your eyes, my disaster

Now in a tavern in galata

My mind is on that wonderful person

Friends make my heart go in vain

There is no excuse anymore

Where does luck wander on the couch?

We drank so much fruit in vain

It's an endless afternoon now

The longing doesn't go away, it crashed into the sky

Damn my dear heart

Don't go, don't get addicted to suffering

It's an endless afternoon now

It won't go away, it crashed into the sky

Damn my dear heart

Don't go, don't get addicted to suffering

When you hit the bottom of your glass, friends come to the table

Lamps burn in the streets of my heart

When you release the brew of conversation into the air,

My eyes search for your eyes, my disaster

Now in a tavern in galata

My mind is on that wonderful person

Friends make my heart go in vain

There is no excuse anymore

Where does luck wander on the couch?

We drank so much fruit in vain

It's an endless afternoon now

The longing doesn't go away, it crashed into the sky

Damn my dear heart

Don't go, don't get addicted to suffering

It's an endless afternoon now

The longing doesn't go away, it crashed into the sky

Damn my dear heart

Don't go, don't get addicted to suffering, suffering, suffering

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