Korkunun faydasý, var mý ki ecele, Ölmüþ gitmiþleri,savunma nafile, Ölen masum halkým, gittiler cennete, Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.
Zalimlere vardýr, elbette cehennem, Özür dile öyle,durmasana madem, Daha ne zulümler, çýkar incelesem, Dersim kanla canla,yazýlmýþ toprakta.
Halk Partisine sen,sahip arka çýkma, Býrak onu terket,göm sen gel maziye, Eskiye sünger çek,halktan özür dile, Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.
01.11.2011//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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HANGED FROM THE HAT ATIF HOCA ... ..........
Hanged from the hat, Martyr Atýf Hoca, In my lesson, bayonet was always used, ring, Munzur Creek is blood, turned to red, My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.
Kastamonu is a complete, cruel disaster, They built the gallows, along the length of the stream, Saidi Nursiye has done so many cruelties, My lesson is with blood and life, on the written soil.
The People’s Party shut down the madrasa altogether, He destroyed mosques, sold foundations, Apologies are not enough for us, give your rights My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.
Whichever I write, the cruelty is on the knees, Unspeakable conscience, most of them, Defend them, look the left of the middle, My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.
Is there any use of fear? The dead are gone, defense is futile, My innocent people who died, they went to heaven, My lesson is with blood and life, on the written soil.
There are the wrongdoers, of course Hell, Apologize so, if you don’t stop, What more cruelties, come out, if I examine, My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.
Don’t back the People’s Party, Leave him, bury him, come back to the past Sponge the old, apologize to the public, My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.
01.11.2011 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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