The homeland of the bird full of the blood of the homeland Blossoming flowers in the blood of the homeland The martyred plateau and the night of the homeland to the head of the homeland The song of the prisoner of the homeland The poem of the destruction of the stars The executions of darkness to the ground although they fall to the ground The dawn rises again Read to sing
again This imprisoned tribe of the flower of breaking the song to sing to the blood This sacrificial tribe has the last word to reach the executioners if torture if they are imprisoned And the whip and the dagger, if the machine gun and the ring are with us, the descendants of sacrifice with us, the pride of liberation in the name of iron and wheat , now the song of freedom, here is the song of our people, today, today, the cry of
our tomorrow, the great day of the promise , say that I sing again, with all my friends, say the song of breaking the song that I sing in blood, say the last word with my heart and soul
