Özgürlük Tutkusu [English translation]

We are Ferhat1 of the freedom

Our love can't be left half finished

This is the heart of us which pierce both prisons and mountains

This is us who walk in prison, assuming these four walls are roads

This is us who infest the peaks of mountains like a smoke

Does Ferhat's Şirin can be left without veil?

Our longing will end, our enemies are hopeless

That wall, your wall isn't matter a whit

When preventing opression

When being a home for resistance

Can that lovesick heart fit

Into walls of prisons?

It overflows to peaks and flow to tomorrow

While it take the fire of hope along itself

If you make these fusty walls from iron

Freedom is in our hands, your barriers are desperate

That wall, your wall isn't matter a whit

1. Ferhat is lover of Şirin in a famous Turkish folk love story.