Description
Like spring after a long winter - with moist air, the smell of earth, and the quiet persistence of life. In every word, there is a reconciliation of fire and rain, of anger and forgiveness. There's fatigue here, and tenderness, and a kind of ancient belief that even pain can bloom if given a little sunshine. It all sounds like an old spell, except instead of magic, it's a person stubbornly choosing good, even when they feel like sharpening an ax. Production: Pasay Music Producer: Süheyl Atay, Orkun Tunç Production Coordinator: Gül Bahar Tale Production Assistant Coordinator: Zeynep Sude Karabulut Copyright Consultant: Didem Şahin Lyrics: Refik Durbaş Music/Arrangement: Süheyl Özgür Recording: Süheyl Özgür Mixing/Mastering: Ozan Çanak – No. 5 Vocals, backing vocals, guitars, bass guitar, keyboards: Sunay Özgür Strings: Istanbul String Group Drum programming: Ozan Çanak
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yazdı bahardı gül verdim yağmura.
Çilenin buğdayını biçenlere de.
Acının şerbetini içenlere de.
Yazdı bahardı gül verdim yağmura.
Öfkenin baltasını yeniden biledim.
Kardeşlik şurubunun harmanını kaldırdım.
Gün doğdu karanlığı budadım.
Gül verdim.
O esrarı aşk üzre berduş.
Sevda için hu çekenlere de.
Umudu toprağa ekenlere de.
Gün doğdu gül verdim.
O esrarı aşk üzre berduş.
Sevda için hu çekenlere de.
Umudu toprağa ekenlere de.
Gün doğdu gül verdim.
Yazdı bahardı gül verdim yağmura.
Öfkenin baltasını yeniden biledim.
Kardeşlik şurubunun harmanını kaldırdım.
Gün doğdu karanlığı budadım.
Gül verdim.
O esrarı aşk üzre berduş.
Sevda için hu çekenlere de.
Umudu toprağa ekenlere de.
Gün doğdu gül verdim.
O esrarı aşk üzre berduş.
Sevda için hu çekenlere de.
Umudu toprağa ekenlere de.
Gün doğdu gül verdim.
English translation
It was summer, it was spring, I gave roses to the rain.
And to those who reap the wheat of their suffering.
And to those who drink the sherbet of pain.
It was summer, it was spring, I gave roses to the rain.
I re-sharpened the ax of anger.
I removed the blend of brotherhood syrup.
The sun rose and I pruned the darkness.
I gave roses.
He's a hobo because of his mysterious love.
And to those who suffer for love.
And to those who plant hope in the ground.
The sunrise, I gave roses.
He's a hobo because of his mysterious love.
And to those who suffer for love.
And to those who plant hope in the ground.
The sunrise, I gave roses.
It was summer, it was spring, I gave roses to the rain.
I re-sharpened the ax of anger.
I removed the blend of brotherhood syrup.
The sun rose and I pruned the darkness.
I gave roses.
He's a hobo because of his mysterious love.
And to those who suffer for love.
And to those who plant hope in the ground.
The sunrise, I gave roses.
He's a hobo because of his mysterious love.
And to those who suffer for love.
And to those who plant hope in the ground.
The sunrise, I gave roses.