Translated to english: The whole universe revolves around heaven Suns burn from your love The trick is to reach the original We are not comforted by five times. Canan is our soul His skin is our skin Love is our religion, We don't believe in any other religion. I am Huda-i'yim we have huda There are almonds from the friendly hand We have food in conversation Death dies, we don't die. Thank you and blessings for this soulful peaceful music to strum the heart and quieten the mind. Namaste.
من عاشق موسیقی های باستانی و اصیلم و همچنین بی اندازه به شاکوهاچی علاقه مندم به نظرم تلفیق این دو ساز از شرق و غرب آسیای کهن هوشمندانه و نو بود ، سپاس از شما از ایران
All universe whirl turn From your love Suns burn Attaining to gist is earn Consoling no daily prayers Sweetheart is our soul Its skin is our form Love is our religion Persuading not to others I, worship Divine we have From ally hand wine we have The nourishing love we have We do not die, death does
I live in a reality that has shunned the spirit. A world that scoffs at the stillness of old. Each day, woken to frenetic people pacing around the boxed walls of this city. Pacing as if chased by something dreadful. Suffocating in menial tasks. Drowning themselves in the humdrum of vehicles. Of trains. Of buzzing devices. Anything to take them away from the agony of stillness. In circles they gather, ornate attire and flamboyant garb, talking past one another. And like the wheel of a rotor, they turn and turn endlessly, dragging me with them, regardless of my fight. And like a fire, they snuff out my flame. Cold and robotic, they lubricate my wheel, wind me up and command me to spin. And so I do. I dance, dance just like them. And they smile. And I smile. But inside, I am cold and hollow. But on this evening, I am reminded. Inspired by your beautiful notes, by the spirit guiding your instruments. And for a moment more, I recall the will to fight. To hold on, if not just a day longer. To cling to that last note from your two’s sound. And for that I am forever grateful.
What you wrote reminded me of this poem of Orhan Veli Kanık. I AM LISTENING TO İSTANBUL I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed In a gentle touch, first a wind breezes; Leaves sway on trees Without a hurry; Far, very far away, There are the never-stopping bells of the water-carriers I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed. ~ ~ ~ I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed; Birds are passing by, then; From high above, in flocks, in screams. The nets are being pulled in the kiddles; A woman’s feet touch the water; I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed. ~ ~ ~ I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed; It is crisp inside the Covered Bazaar Mahmutpaşa, so very chirpy Its courtyard is filled with pigeons The beats of hammers are rising from the docks In the glorious spring wind, the smell of sweat; I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed. ~ ~ ~ I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed; I am intoxicated by the celebrations of the past A waterside mansion with its dimmed boathouses; Within the murmur of the died out southwesters I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed. ~ ~ ~ I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed; A coquette passes by the sidewalk; Profanity, chants, songs, wolf whistles. Something falls off of her hand; It must be a rose: I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed. ~ ~ ~ I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed; A bird is fluttering on her skirts; I know if you have fever or not; I know if your lips are wet; A white moon rises behind the pistachio nuts I know it from the beat of your heart; I am listening to İstanbul.
The whole universe spins Suns burn from your love The trick is to reach the truth We are not consoled by five daily prayers Canan is our life Your skin is our skin Love is our religion We do not believe in any other religion I'm a Hüdayi we have a Hüda We have almonds from your friend's hand We've got what's left of love death dies we don't die
@@asherroodcreel640 Tanrı her şeyi çok iyi bilir. Çok güçlüdür. Bu dünyada adalet muhakkak olacak diye bir kural yoktur. Her suçlu cezasını çekecektir
Baba, that man has nothing to do with you, he is just tarnishing you by playing with you, he has nothing to do with you, it’s like a stone trying to be equal with a star.
It still is an ignorant statement that shows unawareness towards the art.. How hard you think it is to blow bamboo stick? The stick is called Shakuhachi. You might be unaware but stick is master level. Most other flutes are easier. I dont even describe how the OP disregarded the art, the instrument and the human playing it in a sleigh of words. I will just point out, that *for me* this music are two voices and not some monotheistic theocracy that is somehow superior to another music.
People are people and music is their creation, not stars, not stones. But those who want to make comparisons are the ones who don't understand and try to compare with everything
Görenedir görene körenedir körene , kalp gözü kapalıysa insanın herşey ayan olsa ne ? Göremezsin duyamazsın gözlerde perde kulaklarda ağırlık varsa ne fayda göremezsin duyamazsın .
Hello from Sleepless in Texas. That was sweet. Thanks.
Translated to english: The whole universe revolves around heaven Suns burn from your love The trick is to reach the original We are not comforted by five times. Canan is our soul His skin is our skin Love is our religion, We don't believe in any other religion. I am Huda-i'yim we have huda There are almonds from the friendly hand We have food in conversation Death dies, we don't die. Thank you and blessings for this soulful peaceful music to strum the heart and quieten the mind. Namaste.
bir göz topraktanız bir diş sarımsağa muhtacız bir borudan duyarız ne gamsız ruhumuz var .O yüzden inim inim inleriz.
Beautiful, sensible, it is wonderful.
Thank you for sharing this gem.
من عاشق موسیقی های باستانی و اصیلم و همچنین بی اندازه به شاکوهاچی علاقه مندم به نظرم تلفیق این دو ساز از شرق و غرب آسیای کهن هوشمندانه و نو بود ، سپاس از شما از ایران
Yapıyorsun bu sporu Özgür Babaaa ✌🏻
Yana yana dönelim...
Döne döne yanalım...
Selam olsun Baba Erenler.....
Future Humans.
Grazie, tutto è musica e musica è la voce di Dio, noi strumenti che vengono suonati dal Padre.
I love you baba .
Beautiful piece of art! Love your music Özgür Baba,you and Adrian are both amazing artist! 🖤🖤🖤
Bela canção de muita paz..o Brasil precisa desta paz 🇹🇷🇧🇷🙌🙌🙏🙏
Nós te amamos meu amigo e acredite que o amor é o melhor remédio. Fique com amor.❤❤
This was genuinely amazing and fantastically beautiful.
Farkli bir yorum , farkli bir dunya , dunyaya farkli bir bakis
No words can explain your music, truly spiritual and stress reliever.
Your skilled and magic music bring a deep stillness and calm.
Really quite wonderful, you've made it a beautiful day to be alive. Bravo.
This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard ❤️ Thank you so very much ✨️
All universe whirl turn
From your love Suns burn
Attaining to gist is earn
Consoling no daily prayers
Sweetheart is our soul
Its skin is our form
Love is our religion
Persuading not to others
I, worship Divine we have
From ally hand wine we have
The nourishing love we have
We do not die, death does
Many thanks for connecting spirit and body with your music to the universe
Lovely peaceful music, thank you for performing this beautiful song.
Sanki bir rüya âlemi 🙏🎶🌼
My heart...my literal heart.
Bravo!!! I play Shakuhachi, too… Truly beautiful playing and love Ozgur as usual 😊
💙💙💙🙏
Hermosa conversación de dos espíritus ❤️🦋🦋
Ya Shakkur, Ya Shakkur....
Angels on Earth. My love and gratitude.
Namaste 🙏
Beautiful song
Love from Morocco 🇲🇦 ❤️
Harika...Muhteşem
My heart.
I live in a reality that has shunned the spirit. A world that scoffs at the stillness of old. Each day, woken to frenetic people pacing around the boxed walls of this city. Pacing as if chased by something dreadful. Suffocating in menial tasks. Drowning themselves in the humdrum of vehicles. Of trains. Of buzzing devices. Anything to take them away from the agony of stillness.
In circles they gather, ornate attire and flamboyant garb, talking past one another. And like the wheel of a rotor, they turn and turn endlessly, dragging me with them, regardless of my fight.
And like a fire, they snuff out my flame. Cold and robotic, they lubricate my wheel, wind me up and command me to spin. And so I do. I dance, dance just like them. And they smile. And I smile. But inside, I am cold and hollow.
But on this evening, I am reminded. Inspired by your beautiful notes, by the spirit guiding your instruments. And for a moment more, I recall the will to fight. To hold on, if not just a day longer. To cling to that last note from your two’s sound. And for that I am forever grateful.
What you wrote reminded me of this poem of Orhan Veli Kanık.
I AM LISTENING TO İSTANBUL
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed
In a gentle touch, first a wind breezes;
Leaves sway on trees
Without a hurry;
Far, very far away,
There are the never-stopping bells of the water-carriers
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed.
~ ~ ~
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed;
Birds are passing by, then;
From high above, in flocks, in screams.
The nets are being pulled in the kiddles;
A woman’s feet touch the water;
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed.
~ ~ ~
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed;
It is crisp inside the Covered Bazaar
Mahmutpaşa, so very chirpy
Its courtyard is filled with pigeons
The beats of hammers are rising from the docks
In the glorious spring wind, the smell of sweat;
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed.
~ ~ ~
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed;
I am intoxicated by the celebrations of the past
A waterside mansion with its dimmed boathouses;
Within the murmur of the died out southwesters
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed.
~ ~ ~
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed;
A coquette passes by the sidewalk;
Profanity, chants, songs, wolf whistles.
Something falls off of her hand;
It must be a rose:
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed.
~ ~ ~
I am listening to İstanbul with my eyes closed;
A bird is fluttering on her skirts;
I know if you have fever or not;
I know if your lips are wet;
A white moon rises behind the pistachio nuts
I know it from the beat of your heart;
I am listening to İstanbul.
@@rdvanalgoz2586 Thank you for sharing that poem. It was beautiful.
@@GreyMan1793 👍♥️👍👍👍
@@GreyMan1793Ankara'nın bağları da büklüm büklüm yolları. 😘😘🙏🙏😂😂😂♥️👍
You have put it so beautifully 🙂
From Brazil!!!!!!
Lindinha😘💐🌄🌄
Muazzamdı
Браво!!!
Love
Love is our religion.
We do not believe in any other religion.
That says it all, solidarity to every person who was hurt.
Exactly 💚❤
Eyvallah
الإسلام هو دين الله الحق
Druids never die
😅
Xd
Muhteşem 🙏😌
😊🙏🌿
🙏🙏🙏💚💚💚🌹🌹🌹
Божественно!!!
I am from Chattogram.
Belo
💚🌹☀️
incrível !
Muhteşem ❤
❤️
Mashallah 🌹
beautiful 👌❤
🙏🏾❤️
Beyond Comparison
❤️❤️
I just had one problem with the video... I couldn't turn it up any louder...
What is mining in this song I don’t know. But it’s touched my heart. Please send me the English subtitles.
Anatolian Semah musics
The whole universe spins
Suns burn from your love
The trick is to reach the truth
We are not consoled by five daily prayers
Canan is our life
Your skin is our skin
Love is our religion
We do not believe in any other religion
I'm a Hüdayi we have a Hüda
We have almonds from your friend's hand
We've got what's left of love
death dies we don't die
❤❤❤
..in memory of all the Israelis and Palestinians needlessly dying…🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 and their families who remain.
Thank you so much. You touched my heart🤍
Hiç kimse gereksiz yaşamaz ve gereksiz yere ölmez. Ruhları Tanrının lutuflarına ulaşsın...
@@sinnuriif god is all powerful they can do anything, fear anyone unwilling to expain themselves
@@asherroodcreel640
Tanrı her şeyi çok iyi bilir. Çok güçlüdür. Bu dünyada adalet muhakkak olacak diye bir kural yoktur. Her suçlu cezasını çekecektir
@@sinnurias things are we are criminals and punishment is cheap, how many do you know in all their pettiness would chose to create a world like this.
Özgür Baba , Babacığım... Siz müziğe bir ruh katıyorsunuz ama sesi yok duyamıyoruz, ses gelmiyor. Sesin şiddeti düşük yükseltin bi el atın bu işe.
上帝造天地，分陰陽，立四時，定九州。造萬物，各有性靈，而人最貴，造天使，以輔佐上帝，執行其旨。天使之中，有一名曰路西法，上帝所愛。眾天使之首。心生驕傲，欲奪其位，謀反叛之。上帝知其不軌，大怒曰：「當墮地獄，受永恆之苦。」天地震動，雷電交加，雙方爭鬥。不敵上帝之威，墮入深淵。
Ya lücifer Allah’ın sevgisini paylaşmak istemiyorsa sadece kendi yakın olmak istiyorsa ya Allahı kıskanıyorsa ❤
Özgür Baba'nın çaldığı müzik aletinin adı nedir?
Cura (?)
Cura saz
Ziba
JAJAJAJAJAJAJA
Baba, that man has nothing to do with you, he is just tarnishing you by playing with you, he has nothing to do with you, it’s like a stone trying to be equal with a star.
What a weird comment. Did you get out of bed on the wrong side?
@@B_Ruphe I totally agree with him/her. You don't need to get out of bed at all to recognize a conman.
It still is an ignorant statement that shows unawareness towards the art.. How hard you think it is to blow bamboo stick? The stick is called Shakuhachi. You might be unaware but stick is master level. Most other flutes are easier. I dont even describe how the OP disregarded the art, the instrument and the human playing it in a sleigh of words. I will just point out, that *for me* this music are two voices and not some monotheistic theocracy that is somehow superior to another music.
People are people and music is their creation, not stars, not stones. But those who want to make comparisons are the ones who don't understand and try to compare with everything
🤣🤣🤣abi cok komik adamlar ulaaaan guldurmeyin beni
Komik diyen bir sensin…
çok tatlılar @@cetturuk
Görenedir görene körenedir körene , kalp gözü kapalıysa insanın herşey ayan olsa ne ? Göremezsin duyamazsın gözlerde perde kulaklarda ağırlık varsa ne fayda göremezsin duyamazsın .
❤
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