Düşenlere [English translation]

your name remains on this land

between the seeds

in the green of fields

in the yellow of wheats

the day comes and he goes to mountains

he picks poetry from stars

he wipes and washes our blood

in the clearest of waters

even if many years pass in between

parts and comes from rivers

shines on the wounds

of friends who were shot by bullets

he will be our flag tomorrow

with the wind of Spring

he flies in the darkness

of eyes of young girls