October roars right
And the knight of the night, oh night, slits your paths
And there was a knock
The drums of pride beat, beat, beat
Oh Qarshi, the rayan boy
Your forehead was dripping with blood
And your shoulder is a sign above our street that doesn't star
We raise restless hands
We create principles that cannot be defeated
We will not remain silent about the murderer, O Qurashi
Abdul Khaleq Al-Amer loves people
In front of us, a chair was opened with the handwriting of your hands and the light of your eyes
Your precious lines smile
Yaba, the main intercessor
The misguidance of the summer desert
Oh dear country Joseph
O July, the pen and the sword
And a very brave officer
We walked and walked packing
With the glory of the people and the people
O October, you will be old again
O October, the coming is tidings of jinn
The serial killer will be hardened
For a better future
The front vanguards are advancing
And the day of blood meets blood
And the day you intercede, O our supplier and source
The factory chimneys boil
The cannon falls silent beside her
And towards the palace until victory
And the night of the palace is darkening
The vanguards of the front are advancing
Sing, Khartoum, sing
He pulled the singer's strings
Light from the forehead of your martyr
Have a good evening and rest assured
We are a wind that blows from you
Fire and dill
In the faces of the Khan, your name is beautiful
And we, beloved ones, are deprived of your fruits
In the paths of the night, your day
Before you wait too long
We are jenna
And they said we died
They told people we are done
We came as we were, your embrace... contained us
When your knight among us rose
Fill your stone with love and wishes
The fire of revolution has awakened again and we are inside
Like a ray of sunshine from all entrances
Shake the prism and grate
Oh Farhad, there is a green branch in your eyes
And joy is greater than your sadness
And the chains, beautiful
One day was the birth of your martyr
Come on, sing and find your Eid
And your fruits are in your hands
A struggling generation has unshackled you
In our free and burning anger
One day, early, in the soldiers' cells
We build your glory and your festival
Every drop of blood is for you
What's new, beautiful?