20.01.2026: Old New Songs 188 | Reggae 28 | Swooping Eagle 35

[Joliet Jake]

17. Erkin Koray - Mesafeler [Distances] (1973)



The seasons pass like a wild, wild wind
Each a distance, distance, distance between us.

Klasse! Und ja: Klingt nach den frühen 70ern.

[Delia Hardy]

18. Sevil & Ayla - Irgat [Laborer] (1974)



I sent word to my beloved, hoping she would return
I carved her name into the field with my plow
Into the soil, into the soil, oh

My cracked soles, my cracked hands
My fate written in black ink, my coy, capricious love
Enough, enough, oh

When I had no hope, the sky sent news
It sent its greetings with the rain

[pipe-bowl]

Ich verstehe andauernd Kurt Cobain.

[Pheebee]

Ich verstehe andauernd Kurt Cobain.

[Delia Hardy]

19. Kaygısızlar [The Carefree Ones] - Mutsuz Adam [The Unhappy Man] (~1970-1971)



An unhappy man
Weary of the world
With a pain inside
Left over from the past
Having lost all hope
Tired of this loneliness

A warm affection
Overflowing from within
All desire
A happy life
Must be freed from this shadow
Enveloping the poor soul

But even if Mesut thinks so
Deceiving himself
The troubles will never end
This is his fate
Everything is meaningless
He's helpless
He will remain unhappy again

[Kinkster]

So ich verabschiede mich mal ..höre noch bis zum Ende zu aber begebe mich schonmal in die Horizontale

[Delia Hardy]

So ich verabschiede mich mal ..höre noch bis zum Ende zu aber begebe mich schonmal in die Horizontale

Gute Nacht und auch dir vielen Dank fürs Dabeisein!

[wahr]

Erste Sahne. Ich mag Flöte.

[Sunny]

19. Kaygısızlar [The Carefree Ones] - Mutsuz Adam [The Unhappy Man] (~1970-1971)

Cool. Haben wir in diesem Mancini-Stil nicht auch schon bei Roland mal was gehört?

[Delia Hardy]

20. Tülay German - Burçak Tarlası [Vetch Field] (1964)



I woke up in the morning to the sound of Ezan,
It is not Ezan I hear, but the sadness of vetch picking.
Look how many fields that man has…

Oh girls, how hard it is to tear up vetch,
To be a young bride in the vetch field.
Don’t tip your hat to me, my dear, or I’ll get up and leave.
I’ll raze your house to the ground and leave.

I woke up in the morning to boil some milk,
The milk foamed up and spilled on the floor.
I lost my mind in the vetch field!

Oh girls, how hard it is to tear up vetch,
To be a young bride in the vetch field.
Don’t tip your hat to me, my dear, or I’ll get up and leave.
I’ll raze your house to the ground and leave.

I swung my hand and it touched a thorn,
I cursed the one who planted the vetch.
Oh mother-in-law, may your life be short!

Oh girls, how hard it is to tear up vetch,
To be a young bride in the vetch field.
Don’t tip your hat to me, my dear, or I’ll get up and leave.
I’ll raze your house to the ground and leave.