More songs by Veys Colak
Description
The melody seemed to come from the morning mist, where the grass is still cold and the heart is hot with unspoken words. Everything in it revolves around one feeling, like a stream around a stone: it beats softly, murmurs, doesn't let go. His voice is a little tired, but stubbornly gentle. It seems it's not a person singing, but the road itself, which knows that there are hills ahead again, rain again, and still, you have to keep going. In these sounds, longing isn't like pain, but like the habit of breathing. It's a little dizzying, like wine poured during conversations that no one intends to end. Video: Ipek Ozcan Mix: Xavier Hill Mastering: Weiss Cholak
Lyrics and translation
Original
Pınar başından bulanır canım oy.
İner ovayı dolanır canım oy.
Sende çok haller bulunur canım oy.
Dağlar duman olur, çayır çimen olur.
Ben yari görmezsem halim yaman olur, halim yaman olur vay vay.
Ben yari görmezsem halim yaman olur, halim yaman olur vay vay.
Yaz görmemiş kışa benzer canım oy.
Dar görmemiş başa benzer canım oy.
Çok içmiş sarhoşa benzer canım oy.
Dağlar duman olur, çayır çimen olur.
Ben yari görmezsem halim yaman olur, halim yaman olur vay vay.
Ben yari görmezsem halim yaman olur, halim yaman olur vay vay vay vay.
Pınar başından bulanır canım oy.
İner ovayı dolanır canım oy.
English translation
The spring gets cloudy from your head, my dear.
He comes down and walks around the plains, my dear.
There are many things in you, my dear.
The mountains become smoke, the meadow becomes grass.
If I don't see the half, my situation will be bad, my situation will be bad, wow.
If I don't see the half, my situation will be bad, my situation will be bad, wow.
My dear, it is like a winter that has never seen a summer.
It's like a narrow head, my dear.
My dear, he is like a drunkard who drank too much.
The mountains become smoke, the meadow becomes grass.
If I don't see the half, my situation will be bad, my situation will be bad, wow.
If I don't see the half, my situation will be bad, my situation will be bad, wow wow wow wow.
The spring gets cloudy from your head, my dear.
He comes down and walks around the plains, my dear.