From Altai to Danube
He is at odds with Red China.
We fell into black love,
There is a beautiful wound in the heart.

Take us and drive us,
Let you be a flag,
Don't stop even if I walk,
There's still half way to go.

Death does not come to us,
Black earth is not narrow,
The dungeons are not difficult,
He has black eyes...

I don't want any other order.
I don't want any worries at home,
I don't want a law table,
My nation has its customs,
The Great Turk has his custom...

It's a country far away,
He is wounded in the trap,
Even if we stay far away,
We have that place in our hearts...

He will sulk at the hand,
He will vomit blood for the oppressor,
Don't think he will stay silent like this,
There are storms and gusts...

Don't think he will stay silent like this,
Everything has its order...