Always wanted to be a soldierSince I was three years oldBut then I grew a little olderThats when my asthma put that dream on holdSpent time working on a dairy farmFor a while I thought I’d made it goodBut then I lost my motherThats when I found the YPG brotherhoodPay a high priceRoll the last dieDon’t think twiceI told my father I was travellingShit I don’t like to lieI travelled on the sand roads to RojavaAnd when I arrived I told him I was alrightPay a high priceRoll the last dieDon’t think twiceMy nom de guerra was Givara RojavaI was a soldier in war for something worth fighting forIn the siege of Manbij cityDays and nights spent pushing that lineBullets flying men were cryingSleep was hard to findI see a young brother runningRunning for a beat up doorRigged to blow and it blew outBlew his ass straight to the floorPay a high priceRoll the last dieDon’t think twiceI dropped my gear and I was running so fastA thirty metre dash into the darkness of the blastIn the kingdom of the blindThe one eyed man is kingI ran into my mother armsAnd the rest feelsJust like a dream
