An ambush was set for my homeland
Pot and pan conversation
It caused internal turmoil
They made the crusades
Violence and bloodshed against non-parties
A bullet for a Muslim, a life for a Jew
Death to babies creates poverty
Here is the square, here is the political end times
They turned people against people
They organized the sects consciously
They called the organization and mission mason
They didn't let Imperialism say a word.
Martial law and coup Democracy
Guns and assassins are the signs of this job
Capitalists have always ruled the world
Racism is the only activity they know
Kurdish, Turkish, British, German, all human
Let's destroy me now, language
Let the hatred of the storm subside, this makes you cry
Enough with the bloody tears, stop and rise up
Kayıt Tarihi : 21.5.2024 13:22:00
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