Ninni [English translation]

( a lullaby in turkish culture)

*sleep and grow ninni(lullaby)

walk then ninni

drag your troubles then ninni

my son my daughter sleep ninni*

once upon a time long long times ago

in a time that is not so far and long ago

in a very beautiful vale which is not much far away

there was a famous village by its fertility

people of this nice village knew both sea and waves

walking in rain slipping on snow but loving sunny days

they would make their bitterness an appetizer for each goblet of wine

and they forgot their troubles in the past like this

in reality their lands were so rich

but to an unknown reason they were always poor

probably there wasn't an impact of the black crows of the village

it was coming like this and going like that there wasn't anything to do as it was their fate

finally someone couldn't stand and rose against the crows

said that: "they steal our claims" and made the people rise

finnaly he defeated the crows which had irrupted the village

but for sure at last he himself immigrated from the village

( a lullaby in turkish culture)

*sleep and grow ninni(lullaby)

walk then ninni

drag your troubles then ninni

my son my daughter sleep ninni*

then people of the village cried after him for long times

as crying they forgot the crows totally

as crying and yelling and being sorrowful suddenly the changed their moods to braged him

the only thing for their brag and pride was memories

one day black clouds covered the village sky

nobody realised that the crows brought the clouds

people thought it's summer rain and not paid attention to them

but these black clouds were the signs of the comming hurricane

some foxes (crafts) which was hopefull for the help of the crows

sang lullabys for the villagers and made them wrong as bright as a day

the clowns and liars of the village came together one day

getting into that known white glass told black lies

from their place and to their oppinions all the people were so silly

cause if they weren't fool they wouldn't be decieved

isn't it like this so that the people didn't do anything seeing everything which happens to them?

so they were deserving everything which was happening to them

oh what a beautiful lullaby is this illiteracy

everybody sank into sleep and slept finally

if you draged a bomb the wouldn't wake up

eeeeeeeeh my village sleep eeeeeeh eeeeeeeh

in fact there were many smart people and many wise men philosophers and old men

they yell that they had speaking rights but in fact they didn't have

cause crows had so much objections for the wise , thinkers and writers

and the foxes put everybody to sleep by the things they learned from these wise men

my beautiful village when will you wake up

how much you will stand these conditions

don't think that you'll win as sleeping

come on my village when will you wake up

• Artist:Candan Erçetin
• Album:Hazırım (1995)