They built shrines on my palms

They built shrines in my palm

And killed my brothers, so hatred exploded

And they said: O terrorist, you are the people of corruption

Flee, for the traitor of the servants will bring you to us

We will tear your bodies to pieces

And we will drip blood from you

With our bullets we will drink your blood like wine

So throw off this rebellion and hesitation

And be a help to me, for they are the renewed masters

We do not care about you, for if you get tired, then you are at our service

And if you do not respond, then leave our land and get out of our sight?

It is strange that they came like ghosts of a black night and imposed laws on us

Either we surrender and carry out, or the dust will eat the corpses

And if we rebel, we will be led like a lamb prepared for slaughter, and the sadness will increase

And we will lose the bet with the enemy and the scoundrels.