Arslanbek Sultanbekov – Dombıra

Dombıra

Kara kıs avulumga kelgende…when the dead of winter comes to my village

Kültüldegen kar yerge tüsgende….when soft and mushy snow hugs the floor

Dombıramdı alırman….I get my guitar(dombıra is an old kind of Turkish guitar)

Yürek sazım şalarman…I play it with my whole heart

Kaygırgandı eş aytbam….I never complain about my sorrow

Dombıra sazım estgen ataylar…fathers that hear my guitar

Manesine es bergen anaylar…mothers that hearken to its sense

Estgenine oy berip….thinkin hard abt wht they’ve heard

Yüreklerge ses berip…havin their hearts in their mouths

Köz yastı kızganmazlar…they never spare the tears

Nogaydın kaygı sansız kününde…Nogays have countless pains all the time (Nogays are ppl who descend from Kazakhstan)

Batirler uyklamagan kününde…on the days when heroes never sleep

Yüreklerin kötergen…encouragin them

Sogıslarda küş bergen…sustainin them

Köktü körgen Dombıra…the wise guitar