It is the tinder that lights the lighter
It is the annealing that forges the iron
Hang on Memed The Slim
It is time to resist
Memed, The Slim has rumbled from Toroses**
Buhurcus have given ear and listened***
He has been shot 17 times, he hasn't died
Hang on, Memed The Slim, hang on
What are we going to do, my brother, what are we going to do
Take my hand Memed The Slim
Let's go, mountains, let's go
The tasseled cocoon on the neck of the dapple-gray horse
My blood has dropped on the grasses and dust
If I make away with, I'll ask you
Buhurcus have come in troops and troops***
They've pierced my horses****
They've took my picture on the wall
Get to know me on the white paper,
My brother, what are we going to do
Hang on, Memed The Slim, hang on
What are we going to do, my brother, what are we going to do
Take my hand Memed The Slim
Let's go, mountains, let's go