Mabel Matiz - Uçkun

Cm            F
Uçkunum anam, döndüm gazele
Gm
Eyvallah olur göynüm güzele
Cm           F
Kurşununa da kem gözüne de
Gm
Eyvahlar olsun böyle düzene

Cm  F  Gm  Gm

Cm
Sanki kafamın içinde bi festival
F
Altımda plaka elimde testi var
Gm
Burnum batı diyor ama yüreğim doğu

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Cm
Kaç kuşak aynı dersten kaldık bihaber
F
Matematiğimiz değişken de coğrafya kader
Gm
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Cm       F
Aşkolsun sana be
       Gm
Yaktın beni de gençliğim soldu böyle

Cm                 F
Hani baş koydum bu yola ben
     Gm
Özgürlüğümün adı yok mu bu yerde?

Cm            F
Uçkunum anam, döndüm gazele
Gm
Eyvallah olur göynüm güzele
Cm           F
Kurşununa da kem gözüne de
Gm
Eyvahlar olsun böyle düzene

Gm
Haram yemez gönül gözüm
Dm
Yayan yürür yolu uzun
Gm
Doğru diyen bu deli sazın
F
Söveni de çok

Gm
Ne yarandım ne yerindim
Dm
Gariptim aşka büründüm
Gm
Yağlı yiyen boşboğazın
F
Sevmeyeni yok

Cm  F  Gm  Gm

Gm
Adalet olmuş ademin elinde silah
Dm
Ne yerimiz kaldı anlatacak ne külah
Gm
Tanrım hayırla göndersin bize bi felah
Dm
Vatanım! bi' gün yüzü gör! içim şişti ha

Gm
Kuru soğan ekmek arası zaruri
Dm
Bize bi' barış gerek hem de umumi
Gm
Ne olursan ol demiş ya hani Rûmi
Dm
Ötesi yalan olur insanlık istifa

Cm       F
Aşkımdan sana ne?
       Gm
Yaktın dilimi üflerim her yoğurdu

Cm              F
Hani cepken yok cep delik 
       Gm
Tatlım beni de bir ana doğurdu


SPARK
 
I’m a spark, dear, I have become a ghazal 
my soul welcomes in what it finds beautiful
to the poured lead, and the evil eye it repels
woe be to a system like this 
 
it feels like there is a festival in my head
a number plate secured, a jug in my hand 
my nose says west but my heart is for the east
yet the dark invasion in the east wears a cowboy hat 
 
for how many generations have we failed the same class, unaware
our maths variable yet geography our fate
we dance, we sing folk songs to find our essence
yet the assembly call grabs us by the neck
 
well done to you
you’ve ruined me
and my youth has faded away
 
I’ve set my heart on this path
so is my freedom
not worthy of any mention here?
 
I’m a spark, dear, I am now scattered like broken leaves 
my soul welcomes in what it finds beautiful
to the poured lead and the evil eye it repels
woe be to a system like this
 
my soul’s eye never stoops to the ill-gotten
it walks the long path by foot
and there are many who damn
this mad instrument which speaks the truth
 
I neither curried favour nor did I feel regret
I was outcast I dressed myself in love
yet none hate the loudmouth 
who always gets the greasy bit
 
justice has become a weapon in man’s hand
we neither have a tale to tell, nor a room to tell it in
I hope god sends us some salvation with gratitude
my homeland! I hope you see the light of day! I really have had enough!
 
condemned to eat mere onions in my bread
what we need is peace and on a universal scale for that
you know how Rûmi said ‘come whatever you are’
the rest would be a lie, so humanity, resign!
 
my love is none of your business, alright?
once burnt by you
I am now forever shy 
 
don’t even have a gipon and there is a hole in my pocket
and sweety, I, too,
was born of a mother