Kurdish blood, Turkish heart, this I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be Turkish is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling
Shameful, racist or partial
Kurdish blood, Turkish heart, this I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both my hands untied
I've been dreaming of a time when
The Turkish are sick to death of AKP,
And HDP, and spit upon the name of Erdovan,
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever.
