Brittany,
living together.
They were by my side,
my mother and my fire
They were by my side,
my mother and my fire
They burned me, it's neither my fault nor my sin
They burned me,
it's neither my fault nor my sin
They burned me,
they burned me
Mothers who migrated from Turkmen tribes
We had no houses and no gardens
The sky trembles, craves for your scream
One day she'll certainly laugh at us,
year after year
One day she'll certainly laugh at us,
think of us