Here they say mace tracks, ga away, Hani ...

Here they say: make tracks, ga away, Hani Senin Yurdun İşçi
Here they say: make tracks, ga away
There they say: Stay away, don`t come here
Where is your homeland, worker?
For Europa you are a foreigner
And at home you`re the one from Germany.
With your voice hoarse, your head bowed,
Where is your homeland, worker?
Şah Turna that is my name,
Lifeless among the living.
Without a land, they call me,
Where is your hameland, worker?!
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