Khalid Nuray

Turkoğlu The smell of victory comes from the feet of the Turk, talent grows from every movement of the Turk. One nation, two states shouting with their breath, Burning those who stood at the wall in their homeland. x, Turkoglu!

 For thirty years, Karabakh has been groaning underfoot, Our land is in ruins, it is crying out for help, Lands full of martyr blood look worse than you, Ildirim, go to the head of your son, Turkoglu!

 The one who says thank you to the country and gives his blood to the land, The one who loses his clothes and gives his life to his country, The one who rises to the summit of martyrdom with love, Fall into the enemy’s chest, the indelible mountain, Turkoglu!

 God has shared your unshakable power, You have revealed to the world your bravery and courage, Write history with your blood, your fighting prowess, Raise the flag to the summit of victory, Turkoglu!

 It stands straight like a lion, The Turk’s head does not waver, He fights to destroy his oil, he does not know fear, Know that the homeland is indivisible, know that the martyrs do not die. Feel sorry for the court of truth, Turkoglu!

 KhalidəNuray.

07.2020.

Sincere Thanks: Yahya Azeroglu