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WORKERS’ MARCH
The weather has turned, the breeze is filling the sails of the workers
The north-north-east wind is dispelling the smoke
This storm is the price for the safe harbours of tomorrow
The season was winter to show that spring is near
The weather has turned, the breeze Is filling the sails of the workers
The wheel of the age has seized up
Did this blind embroidery frame come to a stop one day?
They tore the chains and will win a world
You too are from that world, know your class and join its ranks
The weather has turned, the breeze is filling the sails of the workers
Villages have turned from their sleep and are turning left
The baby looks at the day with its fist growing larger
The ears of grain are turning green
Look how they have been planted on this road
The hand was opened to God and reached for the electrical switch
The weather has turned, the breeze is filling the sails of the workers
Did you and me end, to be replaced by we?
Not a minimum wage but freedom and the sun of the day
Your final day’s wage will be Turkey
The people will stay, this tyrannical deluge will subside
The weather has turned, the breeze is filling the sails of the workers
They march with history, with history step by step
Join their ranks, let us hurry along with history!
But when we say hurry up, beware of misusing your arm!
The only thing stopping us is the minds that are empty
The weather has turned, the breeze is filling the sails of the workers
You are the worker of Ferhat, your day will come
Cloudiness, depart! Dispel the darkness!
Part the mountains behind you, there is a flower in front of you
There is light after you have gone through the whole tunnel
The weather has turned, the breeze is filling the sails of the workers

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