Lyric & Performed by: Kıbrıs EzanMusic: N9TÜRKMumin Türk productionsLike Kings on Thrones[Chorus]Sailing through the seas like kings on thrones,Fulfilling prophesies that no one knows,From Karpaz to Lefke we run the showMümin-Türk's gonna tell you how it goes.We don't really care if you hate us all,From Beşparmak we'll make the call,Make way for the truth, watch falsehood fall,Stand up tall. We come to rule. See I'm a full-blooded Turk -- son of a '74 soldier,But you ain't my brother if you sell out your mother,I don't know about you but I'm the son of the OttomansSo stop breddin' Greeks or you'll get licks and a lot of them.We've lost our ways we've gone astray,It weren't like this back in the day -- when the empire reigned,Back then the crescent moon flew high and proud,The drums of the mehter beat strong and loud,But look at us now, stoned with our heads in the air,Running around, hep kızların peşinde,Efes elinde, blonde streaks in your hair.Going from club to club looking for that one night stand,Well get this -- breaking hearts and banging tarts don't make you a man.Try taking a stone, put it in your hand,Stand firm and tall, and throw it at a tank.Don't run, don't fear, don't show them your tears,Lend your ear and you'll hear the cries of people who've suffered for yearsAnd at least spare them a thought between your pre-lunch beers.Time to be real with yourself -- you ain't no gangster,You think you run your ends? The world belongs to Allah!So believe, mend your deeds and stick to the pillars,And pull your batty up 'cause you ain't no killer.[Chorus]Look at our vatan -- full of layt erkeks,We must have lost our dignity the day we lost the fez.1924 -- a year etched in history,They destroyed our heritage and told us we were free,Like a tree with no roots, it falls down so easily.We shaved our beards to look like gavurs, now they tell us what to do,Armenia wants a piece and Rums want Istanbul,Israeli secret service training the PKK,To divide the middle-east and get Turkey out the way,Then America moves their bases to KurdistanSo they can launch an attack on Iran.Tell me where this'll leave the Turkish Cypriots,We're begging to unite while they take us for idiots.The English buying up our land while we serve them at the bars,Wishing for a tip so we can afford what should be ours.We show off our passports as if we've ever been equal,A gift from Papadopoulos - former general of EOKA evil.Victims of genocide punished with decades of embargoes,Muratağa, Sandallar -- we'll never forget our martyrs.And after all this they don't even recognise our state,So I'm not sniffing for the crums of a European cake.I turn to my brothers in pain, hurt by the same game,Let's raise the green flag and play the Mehter again.[Chorus]X2

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