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Yiğitler Silkinip Ata Binende

Yiğitler silkinip ata binende
Derelerde bozkurtlara ün olur
Yiğit olan döne döne döğüşür
Kanlı gömlek koç yiğide şan olur

Yiğitler silkinip ata binince, ata binince
Derelerde bozkurtlara ün olur
Yiğit olan döne döne döğüşür, hele döğüşür
Kötüler kavgadan kaçar hun olur, kaçar hun olur

Bir yiğit cidasın almış eline
Serini koymuştur yiğit yoluna
Kalkan paralana zırhlar deline
Kanlı gömlek koç yiğide don olur

Bir yiğit cidasın almış eline, almış eline
Serini koymuştur yiğit yoluna
Kalkan paralana zırhlar deline, hele deline
Allı gömlek koç yiğide don olur, hele don olur

Bir yiğit cidasın almış atıyor
Ağ elleri kızıl kana batıyor
Bir kötü kavgadan dönmüş kaçıyor
Kaçma kötü kaçma şimdi dön olur

Bir yiğit cidasın almış atıyor, almış atıyor
Ağ elleri kızıl kana batıyor
Bir kötü kavgadan dönmüş kaçıyor, hele kaçıyor
Kaçma kötü kaçma şimdi dön olur, hele dön olur

Brave Men Mount Their Steeds

When brave men mount their steeds, my love,
Their fame echoes among the grey wolves in the valleys.
A true warrior fights relentlessly, my dear,
A blood-soaked shirt becomes a badge of honor for a valiant hero.

When brave men mount their steeds, mount their steeds, my love,
Their fame echoes among the grey wolves in the valleys.
A true warrior fights relentlessly, oh, how he fights, my dear,
Cowards flee from battle, becoming like Huns, fleeing like Huns, my love.

A brave man takes his javelin in hand, my love,
He lays down his life on the path of valor.
Shields are shattered, armor pierced, my dear,
A blood-soaked shirt becomes the valiant hero's shroud.

A brave man takes his javelin in hand, takes it in hand, my love,
He lays down his life on the path of valor.
Shields are shattered, armor pierced, oh, how they're pierced, my dear,
A crimson shirt becomes the valiant hero's shroud, oh, it becomes his shroud, my love.

A brave man takes his javelin and throws, my love,
His fair hands are bathed in crimson blood.
A coward turns and flees from the battle, my dear,
Don't run, coward, don't run, now is the time to turn and fight.

A brave man takes his javelin and throws, takes it and throws, my love,
His fair hands are bathed in crimson blood.
A coward turns and flees from the battle, oh, how he flees, my dear,
Don't run, coward, don't run, now is the time to turn and fight, oh, turn and fight, my love.