Rise Up Mountain - The Number Twelve Looks Like You

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?