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Thirteen were friends They held hands They gave each other arms They were true to each other Lions on the mountain They surrounded them with a mist of blood They didn't put their heads down Friends resisting They gave their lives for freedom Martyrs don't die They enter the hearts of Kamurans Friends Martyrs of the Kurds Martyrs don't die They enter the hearts of Stawr Mountain The earth and the sky together called the Kurdish Martyr, the Kurdish warrior burned themselves, their bodies were naked, for freedom, for victory, the comrades of the Kamurans, the Kurdish martyr, the martyr. They don't die. They enter the heart of the martyrs. They brought their bodies to Nisebîn. They are covered with blood. The Kurdish martyr. Tell my mother.