ŞEHİTLERİM ÖLMEZ VATAN BÖLÜNMEZ ......

Bitmez bu sevdamýz,bitmez ki burda,
Ölsek de bitmez bu, burda kalsak da,
Sanma asla davam,kalýr tümsek de,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Beþ bin yýldýr bize, durmadý kimse,
Verme vatanýmý,alçak kafire,
Kan akýttýk bizler,her karýþ yere,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Var mý Türkler kadar,olan þehidi,
Þehitlik ulvidir, ,büyük yücesi,
Türkün arzusudur, bitmez hayali,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Kýnalý kuzular, hep gitseler de,
Albayraðým kalýr,hep göklerimde,
Vataným bayraðým, namustur bize,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Mehmedlerim ölür,binler dirilir,
Dünyaya Türklerin, mührü vurulur,
Din için vatan için durmaz ölünür,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Ümmetin son yurdu, son payitahtý,
Türk oðlunun hepte, çileli bahtý,
Bayraðým çok nazlý,þanlý hilali,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Bükemezler asla, bileði kimse,
Býrakmayýz bizler, yurdu kafire,
Olamaz bu asla, can tende ise,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.



Þehitlik son arzum,en son dileðim,
Allahtan ben bunu ,her gün isterim,
Deðmesin yurduma, na mahrem elin,
Þehitlerim ölmez,vatan bölünmez.

25.03.2012//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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MY MARTYRS DO NOT DIE, THE LAND IS NOT DIVIDED......

This love of ours does not end, it does not end here,
It won’t end even if we die, even if we stay here,
Don’t think that I will continue, even if the bump remains,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



For five thousand years, no one has stopped,
Don’t give my homeland to the low infidel,
We shed blood, every inch of the place,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



Is there a martyr as much as the Turks,
Martyrdom is sublime, its great exaltation,
It is the desire of the Turk, his endless dream,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



Henna lambs, though they always go,
My flag remains, always in my skies,
My homeland is my flag, it is an honor to us,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



My Mehmeds die, thousands are resurrected,
The world is sealed by the Turks,
For religion, for the country, he does not stop, he dies,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



The last abode of the Ummah, its last capital,
All of the Turkish son’s miserable luck,
My flag is so coy, glorious crescent,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



They can never bend the wrist,
We will not leave the homeland to the infidel,
This can never happen, if the soul is in the flesh,
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.



Martyrdom is my last wish, my last wish,
Thank god I want this every day
Don’t let it touch my country, your private hand
My martyrs do not die, the country is not divided.

25.03.2012//KIRIKKALE
HIDAYET DOGAN




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