THE SONG OF REVOLUTION

Even today, the warmth of my thoughts is alive

My old style of speech is alive

Even today, the warmth of my thoughts is alive

My old style of speech is alive

Rebellion is alive in my chest

I am a rebel of oppression, brutality and rebellion

I am a rebel of human power

Even today, the warmth of my thoughts is alive

My old style of speech is alive

Ignorant these values, these strange laws

Laws molded in the mint of oppression and aggression

To quench the thirst of the passions of the soul

Man-made black laws

I hate such a law

I have rebellion in every breath from them

Even today in my thoughts...

You will laugh that this is a weak voice

What is a jingling, trembling wind instrument?

You will laugh that this is a weak voice

What is a jingling, trembling wind instrument?

Gold cages dedicated to captives

Do they still have the desire to fly?

Ahh!

You are not the same as human nature

My voice, it is not my voice alone

My voice, it is not my voice alone

What is a jingling, trembling wind instrument?

The cry of countless souls is included in it

Many hearts beat like sighs in it

This low tide will become a storm one day

No movement will find shore in it

His invasion is not limited to me

Its rotation is not limited to day and night

You will laugh that this is a weak voice

What is a jingling, trembling wind instrument?

You can laugh, you can arrest

You can do disgrace and shame at the head of the market

To display his divine wrath

You can make me a gift

You are the Almighty, God is nothing?

There is nothing in the human body except brains

You can laugh, you can arrest

You can do disgrace and shame at the head of the market

Ahh!

It is true that on the bill of arms

A man can become Nadir and Genghis

From the abundance of apparent strength and power

Lenin, Hitler and the British can be

It is very difficult to be complete

To be better on the basis of truth and justice

To be better on the basis of truth and justice

You can laugh, you can arrest