vurulduk ey halkım [English translation]

At the traitors' traps, in the sleep of blood

We got shot, eh my folk, don't forget us

We were crucified to get tortured

Eh my folk don't forget us!

When the oppression may not full the cities nor villages

Turned into grave

Instead of fiancee we have clinged mauser rifle

We have clinged, eh my folk don't forget us

Every dawn, on the blood

Red roses blossom on the mountains

Every bullets of Racist barrels

Eh my folk don't forget us!