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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?