The Labor Is Ours Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

If you ask about my hunger and satiety,
The stove is ours, but the food is not ours.
The thief appeared in the black-faced nights,
Sleep is ours, dreams are not ours.

The oxen look crookedly at the harvest,
The red earth burns the white seeds,
The eggs are always hatching this year.
The nest is ours but the bird is not ours.

God forbid, such a situation,
Wolves carry bear fever,
No matter what you hear, don't let it fall into the hands of strangers.
The body is ours but the head is not ours.

Every morning we would pluck a feather from a bird.
We would give up and beat the drums of our enemies,
We lost the kiss, we became the biters,
The mouth is ours, but the teeth are not ours.

We get used to every burden,
We laugh instead of crying,
We work voluntarily and unwillingly,
The labor is ours, but the work is not ours.