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Asude (At Peace)
03:29
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This song is a about accepting lost love. ‘Asude’ is a word that implies a decision to be at peace, or more positively, acceptance. Finishing with the lines “In the hands of love there is no smile, I can't say I'm happy”, the song reminds us that life may not take us where we wanted, but we may be at peace Just as the whole world has had to go through a grieving process, all of us must learn to lose loves, dreams and ultimately life, and in the losing find the things that really matter. The flamenco arrangement by Argentine guitarist and producer Ignacio Monteverde in dialogue with saz virtuoso Murat Sığırcı brings a sense of the passionate inner struggle we may go through to reach a place of peace.
Sensiz gelip geçti devran
Ben yaşadım diyemki
Diken olmuş güle revan
Ben kokladım diyememki
Gecem olmuş iki gözün
Damla damla akar özün
İşitmedim bir kem sözün
Sana kötü diyememki
Asudeyim düştüm derde
Ne gökteyim ne yerde
Son sözlerim kaldı sende
Bunu sana diyememki
Bu yolların nihanı yok
Soranı var bileni yok
Aşk elinden güleni yok
Ben mutluyum diyememki
Time has passed without you
I could not tell you this
The thorn loves the rose
I cannot say I smelled it
I am at peace I was in trouble
I am neither in the sky nor on the ground
I have last words to say to you
But I could not say them
This road is mysterious
No one questions, no know knows
There is no smile in the hands of love
I cannot say I have lived
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Ela (Hazel)
03:44
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This is a poem by 17th century Alevi asik bard Karacaoğlan, who lived around 1606-1680 near Mersin in the south of present-day Turkey. In this song the poet has fallen for the hazel eyes of a beauty and pleads “do not kill me before my death”. In Turkey the prolific output of Karacaoğlan is compared to Shakespeare and love and death feature strongly. The pulsing rhythm and breathy ney flute reference Sufi music, where earthly love points to love for the divine.
The music is by Olcay and it is arranged and produced by Berlin-based multi-instrumentalist Deniz Mahir Kartal.
Ela gözlerine kurban olduğum
Şayedip aleme bildirme beni
Açıp ak gerdanı durma karşımda`
Ecelimden evvel öldürme beni
Dilber at kolların dola boynuma
Ölüm endişesi gelmez aynıma
Bir gece misafir eyle koynuna
Sabah oldu deyi kaldırma beni
Karac'oğlan tutma beni el gibi
Akıttım gözümden yaşı sel gibi
Bahçende açılan gonca gül gibi
Dizip al yanağa soldurma beni
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I'm a victim of your hazel eyes
Don't hesitate and let me know
Don't bare your white neck and stand in front of me
Don't kill me before my old age
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Kayıp Çocuk (Lost Child)
04:42
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Lost Child is a vision of a child’s loneliness. It’s a vision that could apply to young people the world over, from Syrian refugee children walking amongst destroyed homes, to victims of abuse, or to children scared for their future in the uncertainty of the global pandemic. The song is close to hopelessness - “I am a bird without a path / Never knew freedom / never flew in her own sky / They broke my wings; never know if ever my hands will reach to the rainbow” - but ends with the child finding an inner anger and resilience to combat the despair. “Who can give me my future? Take your dirty hands off from my hope and dreams.” The child challenges us to question our responsibilities and actions and to consider the kind of world we must leave to our children and those we love. In the arrangement by Al MacSween a faltering heartbeat pulses; a tentative melody on the sweet duduk reed flute played tells us that human feelings are still alive if hidden. The child's finds strength in anger "Who can give me my future? Take your dirty hands off from my hope and dreams."
Bir kayıp kentin çocuğuyum ben
Sokaklarında hapsolmuş
Varmıydım, yokmuydum, bilmiyorum
Var olurmuyum
Yönü olmayan bir kuşum ben
Semalarında uçamayan,
Kırdılar kanadımı, karışamamki
Sonsuzluğa
Bağırır ölümün sessizliği
Her yanımda duyarım
Kimin günahi bu üdediğim, bilmiyorum
Anlarmıyım
Kim verir bana geleceğimi
Umudumdan, hayallerimden
Çekin kirli ellerinizi
Lost Child
I am a child in a lost city
Left alone in its busy streets
Am I there? Do I care? Do I exist?
I just don’t know.
I am a bird in flight - with no path
Through the heavens above I cannot fly
Wings broken, I can’t reach to eternity,
Can’t even try.
Shouting all around - the sound of death
On every side - I hear the cries
I don’t know why I paid for these sins,
I don’t understand.
My future, who’ll give it back to me?
From my hopes and all the dreams I see
Take your dirty hands, set me free.
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