Nem Kaldı — What remains?
[Part 1]
This world, divided into parcels like this—
What remains but a standing stone?
They cut me off from my beloved village—
What capital do I have left besides my own bare life?
What remains, what remains?
What capital do I have left besides my own bare life?
What remains, what remains?
[Part 2]
So many friends turned out to be enemies of the heart
Now the heroes have come to regret it
Old friends have turned against us
Is there anything left but a broken reed?
Is there anything left, is there anything left?
Is there anything left but a broken reed?
Is there anything left, is there anything left?
[Part 3]
I am no sultan to rule or reign,
To raise armies and muster soldiers,
I have no gift to bring to a friend—
What do I have left besides endless tears?
What remains, what remains?
What do I have left besides a few drops of tears?
What remains, what remains?
Translated with DeepL.com (free version) & Google Translate
Source:
Selda Bağcan – Nem Kaldı
