Roots Entwined, Hearts Divided
We are the children of ancient lands,
Where rivers ran through blood-soaked sands.
Armenians with their silent cries,
Georgians with their fire in the eyes.
Kurds who’ve wandered, torn and scarred,
Jews who’ve carried their histories far.
Talysh Kurds, with their whispers of grace,
A hidden truth in a forgotten space.
Together, we stand as one, yet apart,
Bound by stories of love and broken hearts.
Each of us, a piece of a fractured past,
But united in the bonds we’ve made to last.
Through the smoke of battles we’ve fought,
Through the pain of lessons life has taught,
The flags may differ, the tongues may change,
But the weight of history is often strange.
You are my brothers, my sisters, my friends,
In the tapestry of time, our threads never end.
We are the fire, the earth, and the sea,
Rooted in soil, yet we yearn to be free.
In the winds that blow from mountain high,
In the dreams that make us reach the sky,
We’ll stand together, side by side,
In the love of our people, there’s no place to hide.
So let the names and flags divide,
But in our hearts, we will confide,
That we are stronger when we unite,
Talysh Kurds, Armenians, Jews, Georgians, and Kurds alike.