No life for Kurds under the fire of occupation

[Anthea]

Ignorance of the cause is a fire that consumes our existence

And the enemy is plotting in darkness!

The occupation of Kurdistan is not just a foot on the soil. It's a systematic genocide of our Kurdish national identity Roj Ava!

It’s a malicious colonial project to steal our souls before our lands! They plant in our children the falsehood of belonging to the false Syrian/Turkish entity, erase the glorious history of our ancestors, distort our ancient heritage, as if they cut off the roots of an ancient tree to make it a wilted branch in the desert of Syrian/Turkish occupation of Kurdish homeland!

Kurds, pay attention!

The occupation is not only stealing the land, it steals your dreams, your dignity, and even your name!

They dress our parties with the guise of "treason and separatism" to justify their crimes, and to impose their barbaric existence on our bodies!

But the greatest danger lies in the betrayal of some Kurdish parties that renounce their Kurdish national identity, Roj Ava, and kneel before the "fake national unity" made by the occupiers!

This is the betrayal of the parties for the spilled blood of martyrs, and a crime that is written with shameful letters in the books of history that no one has mercy and forgets!

Tomorrow, the arrows of the angry glances of the mothers of martyrs will kill you, and the axes of the peasants will break your necks and the carpenters will hang you on the poles of the public squares.

Kurdistan Rouge Ava is not a slogan that we raise at festivals!

It is the blood of the heart, the pulse of the soul, and the cry of the eternal rebels and national heroes

Our existence is linked to it, for whoever renounces it, even if he sits on the thrones of the occupiers, remains a slave chained by the chains of humiliation and humiliation, and remains a traitor to the people of the martyrs and the land before the martyr!

O heroic sons of Kurdistan

Don't wait for freedom to be given to you. Snatch her with the fire of resistance and iron will!

Fight with all the power and money you've got with a pen, voice, weapon and gun! In the battle of existence, the only loser is the one who keeps silent about his affiliation with the Kurdish national identity, Roj Ava!

Let the land catch fire at the feet of the occupier and the freedom of Kurdistan be written with the blood of the free people!

The struggle or death

No life under the fire of occupation!

Kurdaki Trnk

[Anthea]

My parents came from Kurdistan and travel with a fire that can never be extinguished, the fire of independence is high in every Nowruz

We are a people who love life, who love the roots of fire

We were born from the fury of nature, between a mountain which lights the lands with its splendor, and a sky whose horizon burns with the great sun.

We are not the children of abomination, but we are the children of love that is crowned.

We send joy with the cushion of endurance, we draw it with the blood of wounds on the walls of time, and we carry it in the eyes of our children, as a flaming ash that protects our existence to remind us every Eid of Nowruz.

The Kurd is not only a rose, it is the thorn that bleeds its perfume!

He carries in his veins the dust of the national revolution, and in his throats he chants the nation who turns stones, and in his ribs the legends of the fathers that spread like fire on the heads of the national revolutionaries like a crown.

We love life as the wind loves the living.

We shout for joy wrapped in the broken moon, we dance on the debris of the ditches, and we dream with a voice that pierces the night's forehead, and we fight in the glory of the day.

Kurdistan is not just a map .

It is a grave for the enigmatic, and a cradle for the fire that never dies!

The idea of peace? This is the mountain's prayer before the blast.

The idea of beauty ? It is a land grab from which the blood of the restrictions gushes out.

The thought of man? She is a lightning that penetrates the silence of history that no one has mercy!

We're still waiting for heaven's permission to be a country,

We have an eternal imprint in the palm of existence!

A people who throw the truth into the fire, and weave hope from the hair of women with dignity.

Every step on our land is a story that prepares for children.

KURDISTAN

Volcano of colors erupts in the depths of darkness.

The shout of a light that drops a heat of hope,

A heart that bleeds peace and knows only the language of heroism

Kurdaki Trnk