Hacel Obası –MESEN Versiyon - Psychedelic Anatolian Rock | Mystical Folk Rock Journey


Hacel Obası –MESEN Versiyon - Psychedelic Anatolian Rock | Mystical Folk Rock Journey


🎵 HACEL OBASI -–MESEN Versiyon -Psychedelic Anatolian Rock -MesenArts Music Anadolu’nun kalbinden gelen, bir halk ezgisi...
Anadolunun zarif yürekli insanlarının yoksulluk, sabır ve hüzünlü bekleyişini anlatan onlarca türküden biri olan bu anonim türkü yeni bir tını ile sizlerle buluşuyor. 


🎧 Tarz: Psychedelic Anatolian Folk | Ethnic Downtempo | Turkish Folk Fusion

💫 Beğenip yorum yapmayı ve kanalımıza abaone olmayı unutmayın.

Sözler: Anonim
Müsik:MESEN

Hacel'obasını engin mi sandın
Ayağında potini var zengin mi sandın
Her olur olmazı canım dengin mi sandın
Ay da geçti göremedim yâr seni

Merdivenden tıkır mıkır inişin
Çığıldaşır altın ile gümüşün
İlkten söz verip de canım sonra dönüşün
Ay da geçti göremedim yâr seni

Suya gider bir incecik yolu var
Sıktırmış kemeri canım ince beli var
Söylerim söylemez canım tatlı dili var
Ay da geçti göremedim yâr seni

Suya gider su testisin doldurur
Kınalı parmağın canım suya daldırır
O yârin bakışı canım beni öldürür
Ay da geçti göremedim yâr seni

Tren gelir acı acı seslenir
Yağmur yağar çift entere ıslanır
Zalim anan duyar canım sana seslenir
Ay da geçti göremedim yâr seni


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