ı'm going to the store to buy some bread,
no, mom, ı'll go instead of you,
your feet are tired and ı can run
but the policeman set his sights on me,
he aimed for my head, ı couldn't flee
he fired the gas and everything went black.
for 269 days he laid in the hospital, wasting away
with his family and friends beside his bed
his heart stopped beating and his brainwaves gave
we carried his body to his grave
and in the streets we shouted out his name
`berkin elvan, 15 inde bir fidan
berin elvan ölümsüzdür,onurumuzdur`
and in the street have they no heart,
no sympathy on their part,
who continue to beat, shove and push us down?
treating us like the enemy,
meanwhile behind the scenes
sits the man responsible for his loss
`berkin elvan, 15 inde bir fidan
berkin elvan ölümsüzdür, onurumuzdur.`
