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“I wish I was in Zap, a cave for freedom lovers, I wish I was in a cave whose rocks are high and whose tunnels are deep.
In this cave, I would become a clear well minded as I entered the cave. Welcome to Zap.
I turned myself into black and dark clouds, I entered the heart of the enemy and I became the fear of the heresy dreams of the bloodthirsty enemy.
I made myself the rain and I became a shield in front of the heroic guerrillas.
I made myself the rays of the sun and each of my arrows became a spear, hitting the brain of the enemy.
In Zap with my foots with meqab I would become an avenger, I would have given a flower to the martyrs.
A red rose in the red of the revolution, a red rose in the beauty of Zap.
O Zap! Lover of guerrillas! Does your beauty attract the attention of the guerrillas, or have you stolen their beauty from them?
I see guerilla in your beauty, every guerilla look is as they steep in your mountain,
Each of their smiles is as colorful as your flowers, I see your streams in each of their faces.
They have drawn themselves with your charm and you have created yourself with their soul.
A Zap Zap…Zap is not just a mountain.
Zap is the revolting people. Zap is the name of the Goth mountain people.
Zap is a call for freedom and victory.
This is the love of freedom that makes the hearts of young people flourish. With it’s beauty, it is attractive and attractive to every young person.
Guerrillas dance gowend in it’s hights around the fire.
From the first battles to the era of modern guerillas, the fire on the peaks of Zap did not die out.
No one has been able to extinguish the fire of Zap’s peaks.
This has become a place and area that the hands of the enemies did not reach.
Like the mountains of North Kurdistan. For that, every remaining North has given its face to Zap.
Every young Kurd who has a Northern heritage has become a traveler of Zap.
Because freedom blooms in the North and grows in the peaks.
Zap becomes the top of freedom that lifts, Zap becomes the pride that never fades.
Look at Zap! For 5 months, in those plains and villages, thousands of hearts fall for you at once.
Listen, the words of love have become one voice for you, the elderly and the mothers of the martyrs have given their faces to your face.
Children grow up with the songs of Zap. Now you have become the dreams of the children of the day.
You have become the love of Kurdish women. For them, all the power and anger of this people is gathered around you.
You have become the fear of the enemy’s heart. Because you have become the fear of their hearts, sweet dreams are now forbidden to them and they have turned to your beauty.
Those bloodthirsty and greedy people have not learned from their history.
They attack those beauties with tanks and cannons, planes and poisons.
But they don’t know that Zap doesn’t allow invaders.
The gates of Zap have been closed to the enemy. Because the key to the mountains of Zap is hidden in the heart of the guerrilla.
Zap has become the home for thousands of guerrillas.
Every guerrilla who has traveled to the North has been a guest of Zap for one night.
Zap welcomed them with their grandeur and beauty.
But they didn’t realize that Zap stole their hearts from them and hid the key to his doors in their hearts.
Because of that, every rock and slope of Zap becomes a place for the guerrillas and a place for the enemy.
Every spring becomes a minefield for the guerilla and poison for the enemy.
Every tree and stone becomes a stone for the guerrilla and a satire for the enemy.
Every hill becomes a loss for the enemy and a victory for the guerilla.
It’s time for us to meet each other.
May I not be satisfied with the longing of hundreds of years.
If there is a life it will be free in your peaks.
If there is courage, it will be in your heart.
Isn’t that the sword fighting fire with fire?
Is not on the works that the poisons become a graveyard?
I admire your works.
I also want to be a passenger on your road, I also want to be a guerrilla of the Zap era.
If there is friendship, it will be with you and your friends.
The most beautiful smile is on their face, the greatest anger is in their eyes,
passion is in their thoughts and absolute success is in their will.
Let’s reach out to the Zap guerrillas.
Let’s unite our anger with their anger.
It’s time to reach your peak.
Wherever the enemy comes, if he wants to come in the sky, if he wants to come on the ground, if he wants to come with tanks,
it wants to be with cannon or poison or nuclear weapons.
Now it is his end and he had come to his end, it is time to drown that cruel enemy in the water of Zap.
It’s time to raise the bells of victory in the castle of Zap.
Our dreams will come true in Zap.
And 2 caves will be dug on Zap mountains:
A pit should be dug for traitors and nukers and a pit should be dug for fascism.
She will write that treason and nuclear weapons have been buried in Kurdistan and that the imaginary Ottoman Empire and fascism have died here.”
