Bağdat [English translation]

I invite you to a 3 minutes of silence for the countless number of dead people

The bullet is invented and the manhood is spoiled

And the deceased are on the walls of the wall, unknown veteran

The mine, a battalion of martyrs

In May, a rain of blood

The enemy is sleepy

The world is a victim of grudge

The massacre on my left, where is the common sense?

The victorious ones whose localities are kept guarded

Conquered the afterlife without being enlightened

Their letters are lost, murdering is a shame

And the cultures are bombed, nobody cared

When Baghdad caught fire, my heart is crippled

The sun has set in the east

Light your candles, the planes got tired

All the accused are smiled

Witnesses define the tanks, the earth is full of burns

Darkly cloudy weather and war!

Slow death is the source of speed of your destiny

The market of hurry, the gamble of life, wars of interest

B52s interrupted the cooking meals and the world is an ocean of blood

The price of the future is high, the emotions are patched

If they turn the crime into a bride, no one will be groom

I know, this history will be changed

And the short history of annihilation which is based on recurrence

The dry garden of love is longing for water

The one who wanders with the cripple learns to limp

The value of a cover is known during the rain

The memory is erased

There is no lover as a mother

There is no land like Baghdad

But Baghdad is bombed

Each medal that is won, a pawn on the minefield

He put a gallon of bullets to the department of military with a character of a champion

The humility is a tramp, soused pasts and

veteran babies in the war

The heart skips a beat

And it adds the continuing bloody climates from dusk till dawn

Vegetable existences that lost their psychologies

A stone minister whose ideology is hidden in the wells

The sun has set from the Middle East of the bleeding scars

And this song must have three stiffs

These united nations must question

The snakes of united America is with a rattle

There're lies and mass destruction dollars in its aim

Deserted hip-hop at 24 BPM

The reflected formations of my grudge with Rap

One should handcuff the laws and should select every person

whose hand is representing the victory

And who keeps its actions for the peace

The one who wanders with the cripple learns to limp

The value of a cover is known during the rain

The memory is erased

There is no lover as a mother

There is no land like Baghdad

But Baghdad is bombed

"Go ahead! Come on, come on. Who decides who's going to live? Who decides who's going to die? This is futile! I can stand right up here and nothing happens to me!Not one shot! Why? How come they all had to die? I can stand right here, I can stand right up and nothing happens to me!"