They kill the people and say:
They have become martyrs...
Their names are written with light,
Their age is vowed to their country,
Their death... What death!?...
They sang for it...
To become a mother's joy
For a false word...
Who still doesn't understand.
Please, Our Maker..
Separate between the tyrant
And the tyrannised,
Between who is strangling us with his hand
And who is wiping off our blood.
We were born so that we could live,
Dawn will come out of our eyes
Shining the world in the betrayal of night
And from its tomb
It will rise again..
Their lie is much more
Than You could imagine,
You can see it on their lips
Yellow,
Dry like a curse
Waiting for ears
To get drunk on its wine.
Their lie...
From the beginning was a "dealer"
His deals will never lose,
A builder...
His houses are tombs,
We are paying him for them
But they were built from our skulls.
We were born to glorify Your name
And drew a picture of You
As big as the world,
Staring at it without fatigue.
And You take us in Your dream
So we can grow bigger...
Till we become hoary..
Children are playing around us
With love,
Goodness and feeling,
Not one Judas
Can come near them
To fill up his cup with their blood
To wither their golden bunch.
We will not let our present and future
Be wasted together.
And those who were born of our flanks
We will not send them to death as a gift
For the leaders
To be more powerful,
For their dirty politics
And their large vaults
That are full of money
Jewels,
Young girls,
And men were castrated on a morning.
It was too late for us to learn
How to resist a criminal temper!...
How to wipe off the black word
In the darkness of the night!...
But when they require more martyrs
For their great high rank...
We will stand against them face to face,
Holding a poisoned sword in our hands
To cut off their necks and say:
"O God...No more pity".
In the name of religion
We have been deceived by evil men
They said: "We are holy men"
It's impossible for devils to go to heaven.
O God..
Our problem is..
We always believe what they say,
Your Book is held in their hands
And we do dignify Your Books.
But in the same vessel
We will give them more,
We will judge them
Because in Your name
They slaughtered brains,
So we could grow up to be proud of You.
We don't want to martyr...
We want to die the way
You choose for us,
Only You can help us
To annihilate some traitors...
Every time we get along
They separate us..
Their hell
Makes us forget the real hell.
What are they?!...
A gang..
Proud of its shame?!..
They opened a bank in our temple
And changed our country into a brothel.
The death which is called " destiny"
Occurred under Your command,
Whenever history is slashed
We will find more mysteries:
Governors inheriting governors,
Regime dominating other regimes,
Castles are foddering some men,
Masters full of lies,
But who defended to save his country
From the colonist...
Became a forgettable song
A word with unmentionable memory.
.. And the enemy whom he was fighting,
Became the governors of his country
.. And the people
Which he martyred his blood for them
To accomplish their dreams
Became servants for the enemies.
Not every martyrdom can be truly called...
Or should be consecrated...
Like, the mother who died
When her family was threatened by evil
Like, who gave the world the light
To rub off the gloominess
With their words
And like, who were crucified coercively
By Lucifer..
To execute his rules.
We are passing away
But everything is staying behind:
The house...
The decorated land with creeks,
The borders which have been drawn on paper
To separate a unified humanity
In a world..
Will inoculate human kind forever.
We will always be brothers
No matter how far, is the distance,
Our " seed " is very well known.
Why do I need the power
Against brothers
They used to be on my side
Before, they followed their self interests
And their days have beaten my days.
I left them behind...
They forgot me...
The perplexity was confused between us.
And the time was representing them
Like enemies in front of me.
I won't kill my brother with my own hand
Nor carry his blood on my shoulders.
O God...
I want to spread a new idea:
" He who will martyr in a world
Based, from the beginning, on a lie
Will be wasting his life".
********
They have become martyrs...
Their names are written with light,
Their age is vowed to their country,
Their death... What death!?...
They sang for it...
To become a mother's joy
For a false word...
Who still doesn't understand.
Please, Our Maker..
Separate between the tyrant
And the tyrannised,
Between who is strangling us with his hand
And who is wiping off our blood.
We were born so that we could live,
Dawn will come out of our eyes
Shining the world in the betrayal of night
And from its tomb
It will rise again..
Their lie is much more
Than You could imagine,
You can see it on their lips
Yellow,
Dry like a curse
Waiting for ears
To get drunk on its wine.
Their lie...
From the beginning was a "dealer"
His deals will never lose,
A builder...
His houses are tombs,
We are paying him for them
But they were built from our skulls.
We were born to glorify Your name
And drew a picture of You
As big as the world,
Staring at it without fatigue.
And You take us in Your dream
So we can grow bigger...
Till we become hoary..
Children are playing around us
With love,
Goodness and feeling,
Not one Judas
Can come near them
To fill up his cup with their blood
To wither their golden bunch.
We will not let our present and future
Be wasted together.
And those who were born of our flanks
We will not send them to death as a gift
For the leaders
To be more powerful,
For their dirty politics
And their large vaults
That are full of money
Jewels,
Young girls,
And men were castrated on a morning.
It was too late for us to learn
How to resist a criminal temper!...
How to wipe off the black word
In the darkness of the night!...
But when they require more martyrs
For their great high rank...
We will stand against them face to face,
Holding a poisoned sword in our hands
To cut off their necks and say:
"O God...No more pity".
In the name of religion
We have been deceived by evil men
They said: "We are holy men"
It's impossible for devils to go to heaven.
O God..
Our problem is..
We always believe what they say,
Your Book is held in their hands
And we do dignify Your Books.
But in the same vessel
We will give them more,
We will judge them
Because in Your name
They slaughtered brains,
So we could grow up to be proud of You.
We don't want to martyr...
We want to die the way
You choose for us,
Only You can help us
To annihilate some traitors...
Every time we get along
They separate us..
Their hell
Makes us forget the real hell.
What are they?!...
A gang..
Proud of its shame?!..
They opened a bank in our temple
And changed our country into a brothel.
The death which is called " destiny"
Occurred under Your command,
Whenever history is slashed
We will find more mysteries:
Governors inheriting governors,
Regime dominating other regimes,
Castles are foddering some men,
Masters full of lies,
But who defended to save his country
From the colonist...
Became a forgettable song
A word with unmentionable memory.
.. And the enemy whom he was fighting,
Became the governors of his country
.. And the people
Which he martyred his blood for them
To accomplish their dreams
Became servants for the enemies.
Not every martyrdom can be truly called...
Or should be consecrated...
Like, the mother who died
When her family was threatened by evil
Like, who gave the world the light
To rub off the gloominess
With their words
And like, who were crucified coercively
By Lucifer..
To execute his rules.
We are passing away
But everything is staying behind:
The house...
The decorated land with creeks,
The borders which have been drawn on paper
To separate a unified humanity
In a world..
Will inoculate human kind forever.
We will always be brothers
No matter how far, is the distance,
Our " seed " is very well known.
Why do I need the power
Against brothers
They used to be on my side
Before, they followed their self interests
And their days have beaten my days.
I left them behind...
They forgot me...
The perplexity was confused between us.
And the time was representing them
Like enemies in front of me.
I won't kill my brother with my own hand
Nor carry his blood on my shoulders.
O God...
I want to spread a new idea:
" He who will martyr in a world
Based, from the beginning, on a lie
Will be wasting his life".
********
