tutmamışsan kolundanbir tükenip yorulmuşunavutmamışsan umutsuzluğu“su” diyene vermemişsen
sende iş yok be kardeşimalnındaki çizgileregözündeki ışıltıyaborçlusun sen yaşamın kendisine
“kolay gelsin” dememişsentaş kıran işçilere“günaydın”sız bırakmışsanbahçe bezeyenleri
pankartlı yürüyüşlereve halaylı grevlerekatılmayı bir aşk gibita şuranda duymamışsan
If you haven't hold the arm ofAn exhausted one;If you haven't solaced the hopeless;If you haven't given to them who calls for "Water.";
You're a lost case, my brother.To the wrinkles on your forehead,To the blaze in your eyes,You owe to the life itself.
If you haven't said "May it be easy!"To the laborers that crush the rocks;If you've left them without a "Good morning!",The ones that adorn gardens;
You're a lost case, my brother.To the wrinkles on your forehead,To the blaze in your eye,You owe to the life itself.
If you haven't felt the urge, in your heart,To attend to the manifestations with banners,And to the strikes with halays*,Like love;
You're a lost case, my brother.To the wrinkles on your forehead,To the blaze in your eye,You owe to the life itself.