Filla

DAUGHTER

To the Kurd female guerrilla fighters.
Lyrics, music and arrangements: Ebri Knight

When stars go out dancing
the city sleeps and rests.
The black monster does not lower its cannons,
don’t you lower your hope.

The grey war that brought us here
shall be smashed by us.
The piece of land that will see me die,
fits inside my suitcase.

Daughter, take the gun I have in my hands,
we will trample all the monsters.
Let’s sickle the chains of kings and tyrants,
fight like women fight.

The deserts whistles a morning breeze
bringing news of the day.
It says that if I die I will never die,
life begins here.