Asena Esma - Kılıç Kınından Çıkmadıkça It Sürüsü Dağılmaz

The wandering people walk the earth as equals.
The sun rises, the wind blows, they mount and survey the path, golden valleys stop at the dark waters.
The messengers live with their people
To the sound of the kopuz.
Turkic people, be alive, be strong, be united,
I sought the ways of your winds, may there be light.
Take the path and be full, like an eternal light.
Stars shine within the night.
Men open roads, they ride and overcome the enemy, their hearts scatter fire, iron is crossed, distant lands are seen,
And the word is never forgotten, this is what the era hears.