a boy named sue

1.

bir adet johnny cash sarkisi; sarkinin asli soyle efendim;

my daddy left home when i was three
and he didn't leave much to ma and me
just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
now, i don't blame him cause he run and hid
but the meanest thing that he ever did
was before he left, he went and named me "sue."

well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
and it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
it seems i had to fight my whole life through.
some gal would giggle and i'd get red
and some guy'd laugh and i'd bust his head,
i tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "sue."

well, i grew up quick and i grew up mean,
my fist got hard and my wits got keen,
i'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
but i made a vow to the moon and stars
that i'd search the honky-tonks and bars
and kill that man who gave me that awful name.

well, it was gatlinburg in mid-july
and i just hit town and my throat was dry,
i thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
at an old saloon on a street of mud,
there at a table, dealing stud,
sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "sue."

well, i knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
and i knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
he was big and bent and gray and old,
and i looked at him and my blood ran cold
and i said: "my name is 'sue!' how do you do!
now your gonna die!!"

well, i hit him hard right between the eyes
and he went down, but to my surprise,
he come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
but i busted a chair right across his teeth
and we crashed through the wall and into the street
kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

i tell ya, i've fought tougher men
but i really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
i heard him laugh and then i heard him cuss,
he went for his gun and i pulled mine first,
he stood there lookin' at me and i saw him smile.

and he said: "son, this world is rough
and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and i knew i wouldn't be there to help ya along.
so i give ya that name and i said goodbye
i knew you'd have to get tough or die
and it's the name that helped to make you strong."

he said: "now you just fought one hell of a fight
and i know you hate me, and you got the right
to kill me now, and i wouldn't blame you if you do.
but ya ought to thank me, before i die,
for the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
cause i'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "sue.'"

i got all choked up and i threw down my gun
and i called him my pa, and he called me his son,
and i came away with a different point of view.
and i think about him, now and then,
every time i try and every time i win,
and if i ever have a son, i think i'm gonna name him
bill or george! anything but sue! i still hate that name!


bu da turkcesi

babam bizi ben uc yasindayken terketti
ama annemle bana
eski bir gitar ve bir sise
ickiden baska bir sey birakmadi
kactigi icin onu suclamiyorum ama
yaptigi en kotu sey
gitmeden once bana sue adini vermesiydi

belki o bunun komik oldugunu dusundu
ve bir cok insan da ayni seyi dusundu
ve gorunuse gore tum hayatim boyunca mucadele etmem gerecekti
kizlar kikirdardi ben kizarirdim
erkekler gulunce kafalarini kirardim
soyluyorum size "sue" isimli bir cocuk icin hayat kolay degildi

cabuk buyudum ve sert biri oldum
yumruklarim guclendi ve zekam keskinlesti
utancimi saklamak icin sehirden sehire gezdim
ama aya ve yildizlara yemin ettim
butun barlari ve batakhaneleri arayacak
ve bana o igrenc ismi veren adami oldurecektim

temmuz ortasinda gatlinsburgdaydi
sehre yeni yeni gelmistim ve bogazim kuruydu
ve dusundum ki kendime bi icki almaliyim
camurlu bir sokaktaki eski bir barda
bana sue ismini veren pis kopek
bir masada oturmus kagit oynuyordu

o yilanin benim babam oldugunu anlamistim
annemin bana verdigi yirtik bir resim
yuzundeki cizik ve seytani gozlerinden
buyuk, sisman, gir ve yasliydi
ona baktim ve kanim dondu
ve dedim ki:
benim adim sue! nasilsin?! simdi oluceksin!

gozlerinin ortasina sertce vurdum
ve dustu ama bi bicakla gelip
kulagimdan bir parca kesmesi beni sasirtti
ama ben bi sandalyeyle dislerini kirdim
ve camdan cikip sokaga dustuk
camurun, kanin ve biranin icinde yumruklasiyorduk
size soyluyorum, daha sert adamlari dovdum
ama ne zaman hatirlamiyorum
ama katir gibi tepip timsah gibi isiriyordu
guldugunu duydum, kufrettigini duydum
silahina sarildi ama ben benimkini daha once cektim
ve orada oylece durdu ve gulumsedi

ve dedi ki: oglum bu dunya zorlu bir yer
bir erkek basarmak istiyorsa sert olmak zorunda
ve ben sana yardim etmek icin orada olmayacaktim
sana o ismi verdim ve veda ettim
biliyordum ki ya basaracak ya olecektin
ve seni guclu yapan bu ismin oldu
gercekten iyi dovustun,
ve benden nefret ettigini biliyorum ve beni oldurmeye hakkin var
ve beni oldurursen seni suclamam

ama beni oldurmeden once bu gucun
ve tuttugunu koparan yapin icin bana tesekkur etmelisin
cunku sana sue adini veren herif benim

gozlerim doldu ve silahimi yere attim,
ona 'baba' dedim ve o bana 'oglum' dedi
ve olaylara degisik bir acidan baktim
arada bir onu dusunuyorum
ne zaman denesem hep basariyorum
ve eger bir oglum olursa ona verecegim isim...
bill goerge; sue disinda her sey

   bosveeer   20.05.2007 23:56 ~ 21.05.2007 00:00
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