ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Is this my native soil or a ground for an enemy
Something to live on or something to die for
Is this my destiny or the reason to live
Something to remember or simply forget
A traitor for some, a hero for others
A brother against another
This is the plague of a coming age
Are these the monuments of tomorrow and hope
Or just a graves for the past, hanged in these ropes
Are these the unknown times or just a regressed history
Is this is the plague of a coming age?
A traitor for some, a hero for others
A brother against another
Marked with a burning steel, scarred for our fathers
This is the sign of the plague, the sign of a coming age
