Yıl 2002, o zamanlar kasetteydin; 20 yıl olmuş neredeyse. Dinleyip de tüketemediğim, eskitemediğim bir şiir kasetisin benim için. Sen benim üniversite yıllarım, sen benim anılarım, sen benim iyikilerimsin "Hep Kahır". Rahmet, saygı ve sevgiyle Cem Karaca🙏
It sounds so beautiful! I wish I understood this poetry, still...I feel something inside even though I do not understan the language. Thank you for this soul treat my dear friend. Blessings and joy to you ~
5 years later.... ---------------------------------------------------------- Stop! Let the water of the coffee boil, Tell me about Istanbul, how was it? Tell me about Bosphorus, how was it? June is washed by the runaway rains with vibrations, Would that seven hills get dried by* Such a hot sun like a mothers care... Tell me people laughed there, In trains, ferries, buses. I like it even if its a lie, say it. Always agony, always agony, always agony Had enough...** Stop! Let it stay, don't turn the TV on Tell me about Istanbul, how was it? Tell me about the city of cities, how was it?*** While looking in my forbidden eyes from the hills of Beyoglu, Make compliment about bridges, Sarayburnu, minarets and halic. Could you say a hello, secretly... Tell me people laughed there, In trains, ferries, buses. I like it even if its a lie, say it. Always agony, always agony, always agony Had enough...** Stop! Leave it, don't move stay like that, please Your scent is like Istanbul, and your eyes like Istanbul nights. Now come and hug, hug me the one with henna. Under the sky, just there together The dream of starting over by saying thanks god Is like a river in the desert of your longing. Tell me people laughed there, In trains, ferries, buses. I like it even if its a lie, say it. Always agony, always agony, always agony Had enough...**
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ŞAHANE BİR ŞİİR VE YORUM
DEĞERLİ SANATÇIMIZ CEM KARACA ' YI SAYGI VE RAHMETLE ANIYORUM
Yıl 2002, o zamanlar kasetteydin; 20 yıl olmuş neredeyse. Dinleyip de tüketemediğim, eskitemediğim bir şiir kasetisin benim için. Sen benim üniversite yıllarım, sen benim anılarım, sen benim iyikilerimsin "Hep Kahır". Rahmet, saygı ve sevgiyle Cem Karaca🙏
yıllarca dinleyip dinleyip ağladım bu Şiir kasettine muhteşem yorum Şiir böyle okunur işte büyük Üstad CEM KARACA MEKANIN CENNET OLSUN
Şahane bir şiir ve yorum / Değerli sanatçımız Cem KARACA ' yı saygı ve rahmetle anıyorum..
mekanın cennet olsun güzel adam.
"yalan da olsa hoşuma gidiyor söyle..."
yalan be cem abi yalan...
apesar de nao conhecer a lingua turca senti a força poetica de seu poema, grato .
It sounds so beautiful! I wish I understood this poetry, still...I feel something inside even though I do not understan the language. Thank you for this soul treat my dear friend. Blessings and joy to you ~
5 years later....
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Stop! Let the water of the coffee boil,
Tell me about Istanbul, how was it?
Tell me about Bosphorus, how was it?
June is washed by the runaway rains with vibrations,
Would that seven hills get dried by*
Such a hot sun like a mothers care...
Tell me people laughed there,
In trains, ferries, buses.
I like it even if its a lie, say it.
Always agony, always agony, always agony
Had enough...**
Stop! Let it stay, don't turn the TV on
Tell me about Istanbul, how was it?
Tell me about the city of cities, how was it?***
While looking in my forbidden eyes from the hills of Beyoglu,
Make compliment about bridges, Sarayburnu, minarets and halic.
Could you say a hello, secretly...
Tell me people laughed there,
In trains, ferries, buses.
I like it even if its a lie, say it.
Always agony, always agony, always agony
Had enough...**
Stop! Leave it, don't move stay like that, please
Your scent is like Istanbul, and your eyes like Istanbul nights.
Now come and hug, hug me the one with henna.
Under the sky, just there together
The dream of starting over by saying thanks god
Is like a river in the desert of your longing.
Tell me people laughed there,
In trains, ferries, buses.
I like it even if its a lie, say it.
Always agony, always agony, always agony
Had enough...**
Mükemmel be
Eski Istanbul u anlatiyor siir
Hep kahir Trende,otobüsde ....
Insanlar gölüyordu de yalanda olsa hep kahir
Bu şiiri neden bi insan dislikelar ki
Diyiverdinizmi bir merhaba, Gizlice.
fon müziziği hakkında bilgisi olan varmı nasıl bulabilirim
+Ahmet karacadağ Yücel Arzen'in özgün bestesi. Piyasada bulmak sanırım imkansız.