Mamak'ta Gece Uzun
To my friend Oğuzhan Cengiz from the prison.
Write, my friend.
If you are a pen, write a notebook, my friend..
Let what you write be read again and again..
If there is determination, the cure is enough, write, my friend..
Let it touch those who understand, line by line..
This cause gave five thousand young people as martyrs..
We did not rot in dungeons for free..
Those who forget those days again.
Let them remember for a moment, let their hearts be wrenched..
A dervish on the mountain, a Bektashi on the plain..
How many people remain the same as in the past.
There are those who forget, their friends and brothers.
Let them tremble and get rid of their heedlessness..
The chastity of an idealist is to stand upright..
Without bowing to shoulder every burden..
Making one's homeland with a flag is a foreign land.
Let it be asked of those who miss their homeland...
My generation that Show More
