Katre-i Toprak
DROP OF SOIL.
.
While the soil is buried in its own flesh.
These fools applaud the black history covered in crimson..
Those who talk when words fail and never remain silent.
If it is land you want, take as much as you can....
Behind the crying mountains as hopes crumble.
I will be held accountable drop by drop for the shed blood..
Those who push my veins, what did you want from these lives?
If it is land you want, take as much as you can....
Those who fled from mountain to mountain were singing the song of manhood.
They were asking for a homeland from the babies they shot in their swaddling clothes..
They were writhing in convulsions from the pains of childbirth.
What you want if it's land, take as much as you can take....
Those who dress up as guerrillas and act like treacherous bastards.
Those who think they are slaughtering Mehmets with their fake bullets.
Those who plan bestiality on Show More
