Waxeadi re bawoa şere mi Silemanoadi re, adi re ye bawowîy
Biko xatire aşîre bi zoneSilemane mi herkes tore têsanobiko mêso pîlvanko xesayeqesa aşîre tore bîye zu ye
Vana koraniye heqî mi biceroez vano qol şîyo virenîya sil surîondere koye verraSilemane mi leya sulile
Vana duzmun ne laze mi biyaroerzeno şere xo vîle
Vano daye nu sire duzman nîyokemane mi bîya nanu sere dirvetîa kule
hal u mesele ma
AlackThe fire is ours, fatherour lion Silemanofire, it is with fire, father-
Son, know your tribe's farewellour Silemano, everybody is thirsty for your blooddon't go son, Pilvank is destroyedthe tribes made a promise for you
She says: "God take my life"I say: "A group went on the red Sileman"in front of the destroyed mountainour Silemano, sequential trees
She says: "Bring your son's voucherour lion stands tall
He says: "Mother, these aren't your cartridges"get my keman, I press my wounds
That's how we are