Lyrics

EV DER STENBOL E

Rewşan · Kurdish Song · Kurdish Music

Kurmancî·
Lêlê dinya kemilî
-  Oh the world has become perfect
Bi şev rêwî hiş ne li serî
-  Pedestrian at night, not in his right mind
Ji min hez’ke, birîn sax’ke
-  Love me, heal my wounds
Şox û şeng e ax, lê çi feyde
-  What is the use of excitement and joy?
Rastî bêdeng, derew bêdeng
-  The truth is silent, the lie is silent
Ne hişt ne kuşt, derman bêdeng
-  He neither left nor killed, the cure is silent
Dengbêj bêdeng, bilûr bêdeng
-  Dengbêj is silent, kaval is silent
Rihêm melûl, bêhna min teng
-  My soul is miserable, my soul is bored
Ne dibê him, ne dibê gim
-  He neither say this, nor will he say that
Dewr û zeman li me bû dereng
-  The time is late for us
Ev der Stenbol e, xayîntî bol e
-  This is Istanbul, there is plenty of treachery,
Heçî me maç dike, paşî gora me dikole
-  Some kisses us first, then digs our graves.
Her bostekê wê gij û geremol e
-  Every inch is messy and confused,
Bayê zozanan, hilma hinaran
-  Highland wind, breath of pomegranates.
Xwe dirêj bike li bin asîmanan
-  Lie down under the sky,
Lib-lib bipêçe min nav pelê mêwan
-  Wrap me in grape leaves one by one.
Lêlê dinya ava ye
-  Oh the world is standing
Herkes bi aqilkê xwe şa ye
-  Everyone is happy with their unique mind,
Ji min hez’ke, birîn sax’ke
-  Love me, heal my wounds,
Şox û şeng e ax, lê çi feyde
-  What is the use of excitement and joy?
Mal li ser mal, dilê’m xalî
-  House after house, my heart is desolate
Li ser min ewr e, nabe sayî
-  There is a dark cloud over me, no frost
Şev dibin bar, dil westiyayî
-  The night becomes a burden, the heart gets tired
Loq li gewrî asê mayî
-  The bite stays hanging in your throat
Ne ji te his, ne ji min pis
-  He neither say this, nor will he say that
Teqlê min sist, çûm serserikî
-  My knees unravel, my knees roll away
Ev der Stenbol e, xayîntî bol e
-  This is Istanbul, there is plenty of treachery,
Heçî me maç dike, paşî gora me dikole
-  Some kisses us first, then digs our graves.
Her bostekê wê gij û geremol e
-  Every inch is messy and confused,
Bayê zozanan, hilma hinaran
-  Highland wind, breath of pomegranates.
Xwe dirêj bike li bin asîmanan
-  Reach out towards the sky,
Lib-lib bipêçe min nav pelê mêwan
-  Wrap me in grape leaves one by one.
Ev der Stenbol e, xayîntî bol e
Heçî me maç dike, paşî gora me dikole
Her bostekê wê gij û geremol e
Bayê zozanan, hilma hinaran
Xwe dirêj bike li bin asîmanan
Lib-lib bipêçe min nav pelê mêwan