The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Rise Up Mountain
Rise up
Rise up
And widen your eyes from your slumber
Rise up
Rise up
And widen your eyes
Day of uprising
No firneds
But the mother mountain
All half dead
And half burning with rage
This has become who we are
This has become who we are
How can you
How can you remain silent
When our girls are sold in the bazaar?
How can you
How can you remain silent
With mothers left without their children?
Who but this mountain
The comrades and God have freed us?
My mother mountain of Shingal
Blood is dripping
From your plums
Darkness fell upon us
Despite the blazing sun
Until now we were asleep
Until now we were asleep
Once again
We are gighting like wolves
Water is running
Up against a crumbling wall
Are we blind
Since we do not see the children
Who have died of hunger
The comrades who cry over
A sweet name?
Those bruts who raped our beautiful girls
This is not the day for just words
This concerns everyone's honor
Go to Shingal's mountain
Go to the roofs
Shout to God
"Rise up!"
"Rise up!"
"Rise up!"
Martyrs never die
Widen your eyes
Widen your eyes
Martyrs never die
Martyrs never die
How can you
How can you remain silent
With mothers left without their children?
Who but this mountain
The comrades and God
Have freed us?