| Million days and nights before
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| When only tarpans ruled this world
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| Our nomad fathers took it in their hands
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| Warm from coddling sun by day
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| Cooled by see breezing by nights
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| It is loved so hard that our heart just lights
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| No one can take our land from us, it is our home
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| And no one can decide for us, leave us all alone
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| We will hold arms to death until the last of us stands still
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| We will destroy and crush all foes, we’ll shout ‘alğa!' |
| and kill!
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| Violet lilacs fill the woods
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| Meadows full of grass and fruits
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| Mountain peaks of limestone pierce the blue-blue sky
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| Stormy waves crash on the rocks
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| Grapes entwine the antic scree
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| How can one not love this land of sun and sea?
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| No one can take our land from us, it is our home
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| And no one can decide for us, leave us all alone
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| We will hold arms to death until the last of us stands still
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| We will destroy and crush all foes, we’ll shout ‘alğa!' |
| and kill!
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| How dare you godless bastards step on my land?
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| How dare you touch my daughters and sons?
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| This will be your last steps, unless you turn
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| Put your two-headed eagle into your ass and run!
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| No one can take our land from us, it is our home
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| And no one can decide for us, leave us all alone
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| We will hold arms to death until the last of us stands still
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| We will destroy and crush all foes, we’ll shout ‘alğa!' |
| and kill! |