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Silent screams rising
Now in Taksim bright dawning sky /horizon painted in bright red The crimson eyes Of the young resisters flowing Knows going to die and will die If again throws himself In front of the iron giant Even if blows their brains out Cannot rule your scorpion, your toma and your tear gas My people are awaken from 7 to 70 Deep earthquakes have begun Be afraid…O poor Fake Sultan People are coming, youth is coming To hell you are done enough is enough Love is different Especially at Gezi and at barricades Every single youth is greeting thousand times to fallen comrades The Police are emitting poison into hearts Watering the young carnations With his chemicals Influx cannot be stopped into the squares There’s no need to be scared of the carrions The cringing alarmist eyes are blind Their voices have been cut The monkey media If the nations of the world knows And your asshole coyote’s Have set up an ambush at every corner And if your herds of dogs Are shooting at the young brains With their bloody hands This is the end of story… Love is different Especially at Gezi and at barricades Is this unwary found by the red bulletin? Your name is thousand times disgrace You are saying… “These are not my young generation” You are not one of us anyway Tell the ones who are playing with your ropes They should know that Our young generation is not to a bite To be swallowed easily Take your bloody hands of off them And from my country’s people Turban has fallen and bald appeared This love is the love of country What do you understand from this? Love is different Especially at Gezi and at barricades You supposed that you have killed the young generation Everyday a new one with his/hers glory in the squares This case does not end like this/love Be afraid, O ... poor fake sultan Love is different Especially at Gezi and at barricades. ©Attila ELÜSTÜN 20.06.2013 London
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