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      don´t you ever …

      When in a country

      same as Germany

      no one hears you cry

      cry … not

      My tearful mother

      do not cry

      the tears of your eyes

      which wet the earth

      no one will dry

      The day will come

      when I return

      When in a country

      similar to Germany

      the time will come

      and the Germans

      hear your cries

      so I promise you

      that will be the time

      when I return

      to You

      forever and ever

       Munzur

      Munzur …

      oh Munzur

      my wounded falcon, my darling

      how shall I declare my longing

      my heart´s grief

      express my unfinished song

      While the blood from my

      wounded heart

      mixes with your stream

      and waters faraway lands

      how shall I portray?

      That three days and three nights

      I was hanging at the gallows

      that I was shot in the Las valley?

      Munzur

      oh Munzur

      my companion for life, my homeland

      how should I express

      that I am scraping a living in exile

      that I was sentenced

      to hunger

      to misery

      and to poverty?

      Munzur

      Oh Munzur

      no happiness is granted to me in faraway countries

      When I suffer from homesickness in exile

      how can I be happy?

       My Love

      My love is

      like red carnations

      fresh as dew

      My love is

      like green wheat sprouts

      on the field

      young and fertile

      My love is

      like tones of a shepherd’s flute

      strong and vibrant

      My love is

      nature

      and humanity

      My love is

      the song of freedom

       For whom are we fighting?

      For whom,

      with whom are we fighting?

      We do not even possess an acre of land!

      So:

      For whom are we occupying new countries?

       Inexhaustible is my blood

      Inexhaustible is the blood in my veins

      While spreading the cement

      to the sound of the trowel

      I sing my song

      – a song of freedom –

      The hardness of the stone of earth

      toughens my heart

      I experienced storms

      I was killed

      crucified

      executed like Pir Sultan Abdal*

      And yet again

      again I am risen

      I am feeling the hardness of the stone in my

      heart

       Wanted

      House cleaner wanted

      – a young man

      from faraway countries

      black hair

      brown eyes

      big hands –

      five Marks per hour

      A family wanted

      for an attic apartment

      – no heater

      no shower

      no window for ventilation

      When it rains, water drips through the roof

      But it is good and a luxury

      and affordable for foreigners –

      Two months’ rent deposit

      rent of seven hundred

      heating costs excluded …

       Man must not keep silent

      No sense does it make

      to keep silent!

      On the side of

      the enemy of freedom

      is man,

      if he keeps silent.

      It is the biggest slavery,

      to show respect towards the enemy

      through silence.

      Man must not

      keep silent,

      he must break through the pain,

      to free his heart

      and proclaiming liberated

      the feelings of his heart.

       What is homeland?

      My fatherland …

      is international

      My home …

      is everywhere

      My nation …

      are the people of this world

      My skin colour …

      is black

      white

      yellow

      a mixture mother earth

       Once upon a time …

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