They all
cried for help
in German, in Turkish
The policeman
at the airport
heard the cries…
The people on the streets
in the factory
in the ministries
those who command there
heard the cries …
Yet no one gave a helping hand
They cried for help
in German, in Turkish
The politicians heard the cries
but no one replied…
Then spoke the
Immigration Act
They shouted for help
but no one listened …
In the newspapers
pictures of little girls
crying women
deported fathers …
Sad Germany
was behind them
Painful, dark
Germany
broken hearts
shrilling screams
they left behind
Oh, my wounded heart
be calm and silent, do not cry …
cry
no one can hear
My little one
cry
don´t you ever …
When in a country
same as Germany
no one hears you cry
cry … not
My tearful mother
do not cry
the tears of your eyes
which wet the earth
no one will dry
The day will come
when I return
When in a country
similar to Germany
the time will come
and the Germans
hear your cries
so I promise you
that will be the time
when I return
to You
forever and ever
Munzur
Munzur …
oh Munzur
my wounded falcon, my darling
how shall I declare my longing
my heart´s grief
express my unfinished song
While the blood from my
wounded heart
mixes with your stream
and waters faraway lands
how shall I portray?
That three days and three nights
I was hanging at the gallows
that I was shot in the Las valley?
Munzur
oh Munzur
my companion for life, my homeland
how should I express
that I am scraping a living in exile
that I was sentenced
to hunger
to misery
and to poverty?
Munzur
Oh Munzur
no happiness is granted to me in faraway countries
When I suffer from homesickness in exile
how can I be happy?
My Love
My love is
like red carnations
fresh as dew
My love is
like green wheat sprouts
on the field
young and fertile
My love is
like tones of a shepherd’s flute
strong and vibrant
My love is
nature
and humanity
My love is
the song of freedom
For whom are we fighting?
For whom,
with whom are we fighting?
We do not even possess an acre of land!
So:
