TURKISH FOLK MUSIC
Double moles on my face
Admired those who seen them
Don’t know haw to give up
Who fell in love with you
Tinfoil of the mug
Girls dance halay
Tell me in God’s name
Is there an easy love?
Ornamented veiled bride
Silver handed bride
It is obvious by your eyes
That you are fallen in love
Lightning has strike us
Broken us like a branch
Enemy between us
Mountains separated us
Far away day broken
My eye looking at dark and white
Everybody’s lover has come
Mine is far away
I cultivated plains
Became thorn to the eyes
So I am about to go
Let be yours Ayaş
At the soil and stone
Having mould at her eyebrow
You are in the spring
But I am in the winter of my life
Heavenly crop across
I have lost whatever I own
Whoever asks, asks my face
Don’t ask in my heart
I drank to repletion
Which direction water flows
I haven’t seen you face ones
I don’t know which way to go
Didn’t you become black hen?
Didn’t you perch to the branches?
My chimpanzee face mother in law
Haven’t you become bride ones?
Folk Music Sing at Night Next Before the Wedding Day, When the Hands of the Bride Freshly Tinged with Henna
They lowered down the ladder
Put it on the sultanate
My daughter they sent you to the anxiety
She cries again and again
Under the ladder is well
Swam far away
Girl this is your mothers old habit
Cries again and again
One, having places at the fire
Having place at Mencilis
Having hand at dining table
Cries and again cries
Gone by jumping over the threshold
Left hes spoon at dining table
Lover of her mother
Cries again and again
Bride came to our home
Festival arranged at our village
Welcome bride in red ornament
You brought enjoyment, decorated bride
If you, my bride, behave well
We praise you
If you become a bed person
We be angry with you
If you may bride, behave well
Here is the kitchenware
If you become, my bride, bed person
Here is axe and large axe
Daughter let your henna be happy
Let your talk be sweet
Call her mother come here
Let her see her daughter become bride
Did your father go to market
Did he buy red and green
Did he say this is for my daughter
Come on my daughter let it be happy
Let your speak here be sweet
Under the ladder is well
I bought the water
Girl this is your mother’s old habit
Let daughter your henna be happy
Let your speak her be sweet
Call her mother come here
See her daughter become bride
Where is this girl’s mother
Candles be lighten before her
Call her mother here
Let her see her daughter become bride
God made her wishes come true to day
One who make her mother without daughter
One who make their home uninhabited
One who make their pitcher without water
Call her mother come here
Let her see her daughter become bride
God blessed her today
They brought her from the ladder
Put her on the sultanate
Sent her to the anxiety
Let my daughter be your henna be happy
Let your talk here be sweet
Call her mother come here
Let her see her daughter become bride
God blessed her today
Gone by jumping over the threshold
Left hes spoon at dining table
Does girl consult her mother?
Come on girl let your henna night be happy
Both there and here your talk be sweet
I cultivated lentils did they grown up
Did they go to Ankara?
Stop and look her mother
Did she forget her daughter?
Come on girl let your wedding day henna be happy
Come on girl let your wedding day henna be happy
Either there or here let her soul be happy
Drummer Folk Songs
After 15th of Ramadan the drummers’ pic tips, while they get tips they sing these folk songs.
Rope of my drum is made of cotton
I have no shirt to wear
Please patrons give my tips
Let me buy my back a shirt
Why do you sleep why do you sleep?
What you find from this sleep
Take your ritual ablution
You can find heaven
Battlers, battlers
Sleepy in front of the fireplace
When hearing the sound of my drum
Start picking up the stones of the rice
New mosque needs pillar
It takes strong heart to say it
I am not hungry but
My friend wants pastry
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