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We have entered such a road, you cannot stop us anymore
Even if you fill prisons with your make shift laws consisting of nothing more than lies, unjustness, and helplessness
Even if you drive us over with your tanks and panzers
Even if you fire at our masses from row to row,
we have found our way, we have seen our future.
and now we are at the point where the arrow has departed from the bow…
We are walking…
You cannot stop us because we have seen our ‘Sunny Beautiful Days’,
Now we are at their dawn
And we have already made this decision
‘We’re moving forward, there’s no turning back!’
We are confronting the darkness now…
We are walking the lengths of the seas of mountains across the country,
through the cities that are intended to be turned into fortresses of persecution,
still insanely passionate, even if it is burned a thousand times,
in the villages that are stubborn in the desire for freedom!
We walk on the plains,
We walk, even if we are away from our homeland or in exile,
We walk wherever we are.
Because we have the best thing that can fit in a lifetime;
We have seen the dawn of a future
where the heart and mind, the flesh and spirit, walk hand in hand on the same path.
Whose mere dream is worth a lifetime.
And now we walk in the souls of men and women,
from 7 to 70,
with the excitement of children as pure as unshaded water
and the flow of youth;
like an unobstructed flow of crazy mountain rivers;
in its excitement, we walk by foaming, gushing,
calming and then re-running,
-demolishing and crossing the obstacles.
We found the ocean in which we will flow.
And oh what a find!
And our Sun…
Now, we are now the militants of the Sun, Mountains and Rivers.
We have nothing to lose,
with our shrouds in our pockets,
and the future of heaven up front …
We are an army of love – an army of labor and values,
an army of spirits,
an army of fire archers against the darkness
the army on black, red and white horses
of the good and beautiful who shatter the shielded lancers…
this is the kind of undefeatable army we are now…
We realized our strength!
And we are walking…
You can’t turn us back!
You cannot put us back in the huts we abandoned, the souls we abandoned, the bodies we abandoned,
You cannot put us back into namelessness, undefinability and meaninglessness.
We’ve climbed out of the wells of darkness, you can’t throw us back!
We got out of there, never to enter again.
We burned the torches and all our skirts that the defeaters would climb, with the oath of never returning.
We are at the top now.
We saw the summit!
We accept to die,
and we accept that our corpses are shredded to pieces
and that our dead bodies are deprived of the last prayer of our parents,
or of a piece of stone sewn to the land;
we accept the bombs planted in the bright and lightful worlds OF ZILAN, SILAN, ROJHAT AND OUR MIZGINS
who placed us on the mountains of love
We accept even brutality!
But we never accept to be defeated,
never to bow dishonestly,
never to be tongueless and nameless,
never to live apart from the Sun!
It’s time you understand!
Give up on your senseless and pompous dreams whose feet do not touch the land of the earth …
Lower your noses which touch the skies,
which blinds you,
which gets uglier every day,
then you will see too…
Fear is dead…
It has been a long time since the curtain of darkness you thought was of iron was torn,
it has been a long time since ‘three matchsticks’ turned an entire country into the Land of Fire
Thousands of bodies fell on this journey,
And in this huge country, there is not a piece of land which was not set foot on,
There is not a soul who has not passed through questioning and accountability on the stages of ‘Jihad-ı Ekber’s
If you want to hear the story of mothers, of young girls,
Of the barricades with big stones built with their palms,
Of the children who built barricades against enemies taller than their heights and entered wars,
Of those who fought 1:5000, 1:10,000 – But do not allow a single cell to be taken captive by the enemy
Of those warriors who embody morality:
You will always be told the same truth.
Fear has died in this country … Death has died with it…
From the Turan, to the Danube,
To the Pasha and Generals of the 21-sanjak army running horses first from the Great Wall to Viyan!
Boasting machines that hide their truth and fear under their robot faces,
When you look, you will see…
Targettıng with bullets,
The green tree branches who have not yet lived through the spring of their lives,
The fine rose saplings which one does not have the heart to touch,
The children whose bodies were laid on the streets of the proud and upright capital of this country
Those children are bigger generals than you
And more courageous…
The medals you carry on your chest,
are insults to the true warriors of history,
because you did not gain them in the battles you won by sacrificing your souls and lives.
You were promoted to Pasha by sending the children of others to be hit instead of you!
Real warriors fight warriors… But after each defeat, you drove your armies to civilians who did not hold arms…
You are not a warrior!
And history will not describe you as a Soldier!
The hearts of those mothers that you are kicking, holding and dragging by the hair, are so loving that you cannot compare them to yourselves…
The mothers who are forgiving to even the enemy that took the life of her dear offspring,
Mothers merciful like Jesus
You are afraid to see your faults and crimes as if you saw your death.
You are too insecure and loveless to say a good word, to smile…
This is why it is dark…
And if you learn to look one day, you will see, the Mountain Warriors that you have driven your armies towards in an imbalance as big as a cliff, are more courageous than you …
Open your ear for a moment,
sober like you have awaken from sleep for a moment,
you will hear it too:
those who cannot whistle in their own language, now, with their excitement and passionate folk songs, have found their place seven layers high in the sky,
alined like a sacred army, as if they resurrected the cursed ones on their last breath.
And not a melody they send is out of tune…
And now they live life like this…
Time is a rhythmic folk song in their hands like a handkerchief,
however they sway it, they live life like this…
With their own will, their own desires, their own dreams…
with their own names from their own languages…
Because silence is dead.
It was left homeless on these lands, like darkness and fear
And he left our country … He ran away …
Now there is an expression for the things that have been born and overflowed in us …
Our tongue is turning now.
As our heart feels… as our love does not fall from the cliffs,
and those born inside us do not hang in a dark well, in an undefinedness between reality and imagination.
We have a world now!
Alive with Pain and happiness, grief and joy, hope and imagination
If you are the state, if you are the government, if you are the Pashas of a Glorious Army that cannot fit into the sky, whatever your name is and whoever you are is not important…
If you are looking for a different Kurd, a different Kurdistan, you may as well continue searching!
Because the slave Kurd is dead, just like the Kurd who is afraid of death and who is afraid of losing!
And the Kurd who is good for you!
You…
Whatever your name is…
Are you still hoping for salvage in a massacre?
Are you going to see a life that has become a ruin of souls in pain for us as acceptable?
Are you going to take the revenge of not being able to enter the mountains where your hearts leap to your mouths while stepping into the lands of the warriors that you have not defeated,
from peasants who are old enough and now deserving a peaceful death, from defenseless people and children playing in the parks of cities?
Are you going to continue to look the way you want, to think it will be what you want?
With all this, will you keep your desire to live friendly on thin ice by lynching your way through rough storms, and close all the roads except for divorce with blood – without leaving the possibility of return?
The speech is yours, so is the act
We don’t have a new word to say … Something new to do …
We did our best. By suffering great pain and showing great patience…
The choice is yours…
We have always been at the meeting point of love and righteousness…
We have entered such a road that you can no longer stop us.
We are chasing our sun and you cannot take our hope from us …
We are progressing, with or without you…
Even if your fleets are ready for us, even if 40 million bullets wait in the barrelles of your guns.
