More songs by Hakan Yılmaz
More songs by Hüsnü Arkan
Description
The snow crunches underfoot, as if whispering something old and forgotten. The air is prickly, but inside there's a strange, stubborn warmth burning - like a little light in the window of a distant house that seems to be shining just for you. Everything around seemed to have frozen: the birches, the moon, even my thoughts. Only footsteps and a quiet whistle escaping from the chest, like a memory of those who no longer call. There's a special kind of bravery in moving forward, knowing there will be no warmth or answers. Just keep going, because someone has to carry this light, even tho you don't understand why yourself. Between the snow and the silence, it suddenly becomes clear: to live is the bravest of madnesses. Words: Nazim Hikmet Ran Composition: Hakan Yilmaz Arrangement: Deniz Bayrak Vocals: Hakan Yilmaz and Husnu Arkan Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Mert Yuksel Recording Studio: Müziklab. Cover design: Ragip Incesagir
Lyrics and translation
Original
Karlı kayın ormanında yürüyorum geceleyin.
Efkarlıyım, efkarlıyım.
Elini ver nerdeyin.
Memleket mi, yıldızlar mı?
Gençliğim mi daha uzak?
Kayınların arasında bir pencere sarı sıcak.
Ben oradan geçerken biri amca dese gir içeri.
Girip yerden selamlasam hane içindekileri.
Ben oradan geçerken biri amca dese gir içeri.
Girip yerden selamlasam hane içindekileri.
Ay ışığı renginde kar. Çizmelerim keçe ağır.
İçimde çalınan musluk beni nereye çağırır?
En acayip gücümüzdür.
Kahramanlıktır yaşamak.
Öleceğimizi bilip öleceğimizi mutlak.
Memleket mi daha uzak?
Gençliğim mi, yıldızlar mı? Bayramoğlu, Bayramoğlu.
Ölümden öte köy var mı? Memleket mi daha uzak?
Gençliğim mi, yıldızlar mı? Bayramoğlu, Bayramoğlu.
Ölümden öte köy var mı?
English translation
I'm walking in the snowy beech forest at night.
I'm sad, I'm sad.
Give me your hand, where are you?
Homeland or stars?
Is my youth further away?
A window between the beeches is yellow and warm.
If someone says uncle while I'm passing by, come in.
If I enter and greet everyone in the house from the ground.
If someone says uncle while I'm passing by, come in.
If I enter and greet everyone in the house from the ground.
Snow the color of moonlight. My boots are felt heavy.
Where does the tap running inside me call me?
It is our strangest power.
Living is heroic.
It is certain that we know that we will die and that we will die.
Is the hometown further away?
My youth or the stars? Bayramoğlu, Bayramoğlu.
Is there a village beyond death? Is the hometown further away?
My youth or the stars? Bayramoğlu, Bayramoğlu.
Is there a village beyond death?