Sözüm Meclisten Dışarı
Barış Manço
My Word is Out of the Parliament
My word is out of the parliament, friends
These days I feel like a cucumber
If they finely chop me
Marmara Aegean Black Sea
And even the Mediterranean, I say it would turn into cacık (a Turkish dish)
I said it's so big, friends
If they break me into forty pieces
If they sprinkle me as fertilizer in forty gardens
Forty herbs will grow and become a remedy for forty pains, I say
What happened all of a sudden
The boy took off and left
The girl never listened to me anyway
My button is undone, my pants are torn
Pins here and there
And a safety pin
They say it brings bad luck, the lady's sock with hairpins on her head
Even the blackhead barks at me
My word is out of the parliament, friends
These days I feel like a cucumber
If they slice me into pieces
Mediterranean and even the Indian Ocean
And even the Atlantic Ocean
And even even the Pacific Ocean
I say it would turn into cacık, can raki (Turkish alcoholic drink) stand against such cacık
They say nail pulls out nail
They rub with ice if frozen from cold
I'm already burnt, friends
So if they put me in the oven
Dry bread in olive oil, that's how I came, that's how I'll go
