Translation of the song Silemano artist Kurdish Folk

Waxe,

Alack

adi re bawo,

The fire is ours, father

a şere mi Silemano,

our lion Silemano

adi re, adi re ye bawo,

fire, it is with fire, father

wîy.

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Biko xatire aşîre bi zone,

Son, know your tribe's farewell

Silemane mi herkes tore têsano,

our Silemano, everybody is thirsty for your blood

biko mêso pîlvanko xesaye,

don't go son, Pilvank is destroyed

qesa aşîre tore bîye zu ye.

the tribes made a promise for you

Vana koraniye heqî mi bicero,

She says: God take my life

ez vano qol şîyo virenîya sil surî,

I say: A group went on the red Sileman

ondere koye verra,

in front of the destroyed mountain

Silemane mi leya sulile.

our Silemano, sequential trees

Vana duzmun ne laze mi biyaro,

She says: Bring your son's voucher

erzeno şere xo vîle.

our lion stands tall

Vano daye nu sire duzman nîyo,

He says: Mother, these aren't your cartridges

kemane mi bîya nanu sere dirvetîa kule.

get my keman, I press my wounds

hal u mesele ma.

That's how we are