Tek insanin elinden bir sey gelmez ama birlesmis insanlarin elinden cok sey gelir burjuva sinifin kabusu ezilen sinifin birlesmesi (modern kapitalist devletlerde bireyselik o kadar gelistirilmistirki Anne baba cocugun umurunda degil)

@@nijatazimli siz nerede yaşıyorsunuz

@@nijatazimli Bu tip bir soru sorunca Türkiyede yaşamadığınızı düşündüm.

@@batrimq7066 sizinde ahlaklı olduğunuzu görmek dileğiyle. O gün sizin içinde güzel olacak.

@@batrimq7066 İsrail projesi partisini destekleyen sizmi, amerikancı şerefsizleri destekleyen siz işbirlikçilerin ammına koyacağız zamanı gelsin yaşasın TAM BAĞIMSIZ TÜRKİYE CUMHURİYETİ siz işbirlikçilerine rağmen

Devlet sana ne yaptı lan it oğlu it Terörist sizlersiniz devlet de teröristleri gebertir ya sevin bu devleti yada siktir olup gidin tasmanızı tutanların ülkesine

ayenn

çok dogru.her parcada bu duyguyu yaşıyorum.

Kesinlikle

Lĺĺĺĺlĺĺllllĺlĺĺĺllĺĺĺĺ

Gurup yorum halkın onurudur yasasin yoldaşlarımız kahrolsun faşist zihni diktalar yasasin kavgamiz hiç bitmiyecek yeşerecek Helinler be ibrahimler

Aynen emeklerine sağlık güzel olmuş

Thank you

Muhteşem olmuş,yanınızdayız...yüreğı nizden öpüyorum hepinizin..

I just translated. Sorry for bad English. Grup Yorum- Resist Comrade poetry: Hello comrades. Hello Bergün, Betül, Seher, Taylan, Sultan, Dilan. Hello Helin, Özgür, Fırat, Dilan, Eren, Bahar.* And all comrades who resist by singing the songs of hope in the prisons of oppression. Hello! Dear Bergün, they are pulling off your hair. They are doing, because they are not powerful enough to pull off the seeds that we burried to the heart of our people. But it's futile. Seeds keep running to earth. Buds keep running to roses. Without being drawn into the vortex of captivity,reward and death We are responding their prohibitions with our songs. They cannot find a crime factor for their tortures. And the unjustice that comes to prison by running consists of three words: "No need to investigation" NO! We ask. We investigate. And for the every piece of hair that they pull of, we write thousands of lines of epics. We tell to millions of people, what is oppression, what is justice what is honor, what is repay. Since you all arrasted, every dawn while those who produce the life on their way, again, angry and hopeful tunes comes from our instruments. Our blood flows in our vessels like Fırat**. With the Dilan*** that we created shoulder to shoulder, we are inside of resistance, you are right in front of us. Like Taylan**** is who grow the fight while falling with a bullet wound, we keep creating new traditions. We lean on the real Sultan*****'s of our history, our masters and started our way. By never surrendering to padishah and palaces, we keep playing the instruments of today's saints. We born from the darkness of tyrants, Like Betül****** in the sky, we diffuse the smoke of the night with a screen. We grow our fight by saying "in any case" in every breath, like a bird is growing her babies in a Helin******* that he built with lots of pain. Until a free Bahar******** come to our homeland. This song is for you all. * names of Grup Yorum members. ** name of a Grup Yorum member. Also a river. *** name of a Grup Yorum member. Also means wedding. **** name of a Grup Yorum member. Also a revolutionary student who were shot by police in 1969 (Taylan Özgür) ***** name of a Grup Yorum member. ****** name of a Grup Yorum member. ******* name of a Grup Yorum member. Also means bird nest. ******** name of a Grup Yorum member. Also means spring. song: Hope wraps me when the pick touches the string, We revive with Halays*. We have prices on our heads. There is prisons, there is death. Anger grows in every single piece of hair of us that pulled of. The ankle sprain becomes repay in our bodies that play instruments. From prison to prison, from hand to hand, with the songs that don't surrender, we don't give a darn to their walls. Resist comrade, resist. Belive that we are right. We won't be defeated because, We are hidden in the heart of our people. Our poor children, Anatolia is our homeland, With our love and anger. From .... and Mahir**, we get hand from history, we write with songs. In the hands of poor people, who don't breathe a word, we seeded and radicated in their heart. Buds run to roses, Flags run from hand to hand, If there is song, death stays quiet. Resist comrade, resist. Belive that we are right. We won't be defeated because, We are hidden in the heart of our people. ********* a type of Anatolian folk dance. ********** A turkish revolutionary killed in 1972.

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