Brothers,For a new world,
For a new world this fight,
This blood,this cruelty

Sisters,For a new world,
For a new world this patience,
This hate,this ache

The humanity was killed on this mountains,
On hennaed folksong's be it,
In the name of Brotherness of Folks,


We hadnt bread,we hadnt bullet,
And our bigest hope:Our soil,
we hadnt

The deads are like a mountain,
And our honour; under the feets....

The Children are hungry,
And our women
and animals...