Koresh Korsen: "Salam Denglar Vetenge"

Since I have been separated from you, my home, my meals have not been food to me. My meals have not been food to me.
Blood flows from my eyes out of grief for you, not tears. Blood flows, not tears.

Among this land of strangers even gold is not worth a single stone to me.
When you hear of this, my suffering, say "Salam!" to my home. Say "Salam!" to my home.

If I wish to go, the road is long and, though I wish it, I can not leave. And though I wish it, I can not leave.
In suffering I wander, a single piece of nan I can not even swallow. A single piece of nan I can not even swallow.

I am a "refugee" already, and with this name, I can not cross the border.
Like this, a vagrant, your child wanders. Tell my home. "Your child!", tell it to my home land.

Let me always, always watch for the mouth that speaks of my home.
Let me cover in kisses and kisses the hands that bear my home's standard.
Let me cover in kisses and kisses the hands that bear my home's standard.
Let me always always smell the scent of my home land.

Your child today is insane with grief. You all tell it to my home land. " Insane!", tell it to my home.
Your child today is insane with grief. You all tell it to my home land. " Insane!", tell it to my home.