Metin & Kemal Kahraman - Phite Mi (English translation)

English translation

My child

The sounds of guns from afar,
My child is sick, he will not nurse.
Don't cry, my child, don't cry,
The enemy will hear you.
Don't cry, my child, don't cry,
The enemy will hear you.
 
Oh, how terrible, it really happened,
it has happened to my black-eyed child.
The oppressors have murdered our elders,
they have hanged the young ones in a dark hole.
The oppressors have murdered our elders,
they have hanged the young ones in a dark hole.
 
I shall tell it out my deep pain,
In this darkness, there is no oil lamp.
The crying of my chlid has suddenly ceased,
May god give them no descendents.
The crying of my chlid has suddenly ceased,
May god give them no descendents.
 
Submitted by ahmetyal on Sun, 23/08/2015 - 20:53
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