Rojava

Palaa vuoriston ilma

Laulavat urut tuhannet

Laulavat tyrannien äänellä

Hukkuvat vapauden taistelijat

Hiekkakuopan äärelle

Veri haipuu hiekkaan

Eikä mitään jää

Kuin aika ja kyyneleet. 

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Sky is burning up there high

Organs in their thousands blow

Singing the song of tyrants

Drowning the fighters of freedom

At the edge of sandpit

Blood fanishes into sand

Nothing will be left

But time and tears.

Long, long days

Long, long days
From beginning of times
These days of insane

Some die
When first time high
Some die
When last time they say bye

My world is made of ice
Made of hatred
Seed by your world
I don't light a candle
At the grave of my feelings
Buried alive

Life and death,
Equal in weight in equation
Equal in my mind

Some rise
And some sink to bottom
Some are wetted logs
Balancing somewhere in between

Better rule in Hell
Than be slave in Heaven.