Zaman Geçip Gidiyor
Time is passing by
bilgi sahibi olmadan
fikirlerle dolmuþuz
bir yerlerde bir çift elin tuttuðu
silahta kurþun olmuþuz
before having the knowledge,
we became full of ideas.
we became the bullets in a gun
that a pair of hands hold somewhere.
kalem sahibi olmadan
kýlýçlar kuþanmýþýz
yaþanýp yaþatmak dururken
hem ölmüþ hem katil olmuþuz
Before owning pens,
we girded ourselves with swords
Instead of living and making others live
we both died and became killers
gözlerimiz var ama
görmek istemedikçe
yüreklerimiz var ama hissetmedikçe
we have eyes but
as long as we don´t want to see
we have hearts, but as long as we don´t feel...
hiç ýslanmadan yüzmek
ne kadar mümkünse
hiç yanmadan ateþle
ne kadar oynanabilirse
As how much it is possible
to swim without getting wet,
As how much it is possible
to play with fire without getting burnt
içinde yaþamak varken
teðet geçmek dünyaya
iþte bana öyle geliyor
çünkü zaman geçip gidiyor
When there is a chance to live inside
to be just tangent to the world
So, it seems to me like that
Because time is passing by
avuçlarýnda hissetmek varken
birinin ellerini
sýkýca tutup sevmekten
güvenmekten korkar olmuþuz
when there is a chance
to feel somebody´s hand in your palms
we became afraid of
holding tight, loving and trusting
kapýlarý kapatmak yetmemiþ
kepenkler indirmiþiz
bir küçük asma kilitle
insaný insan þerrinden sakýnmýþýz
It was not enough to close the doors
we pulled down the shutters
with a small padlock
we protected human from human evil
...
zamanýmýz var ama
korkmayý sürdürdükçe
ruhumuz var teslim etmeden önce
we have time but
as soon as we continue being afraid
we have soul, before we give it up...
I love that song. I tried to translate, but it is difficult to translate songs, I hope I was successful!
