18 MARCH ÇANAKKALE VICTORY ÇANAKKALE TURKISH TURKISH
Canakkale Ballad They shot me in Çanakkale They put me in the grave before I died Oh my youth, alas Çanakkale bridge is narrow and impassable You cannot drink a single bowl of water that has turned red to blood. Oh my youth, alas Mirrored Bazaar in Çanakkale Mother, I am going against the enemy Oh my youth, alas A hail of jugs in Çanakkale Mothers and fathers gave up hope Oh my youth, alas I left Çanakkale side by side My lungs rotted, vomiting blood Oh my youth, alas Rows of willows in Çanakkale The brave lions lie beneath Oh my youth, alas I left Çanakkale with my head in peace Doomsday broke out before we reached Anafarta Oh my youth, alas
