There were times when the turkish conquerors invaded with fire and swords

defeated and put into flight the hosts of the cristian lords.

violence and slaughter of the past and the greed for energy today

at the bottom man didn’t change so they drowned it - Ada Kaleh.

oh they drowned it - Ada Kaleh.



There she stands in the fall of the year moarning for the isle of the turks

for her river and every creature once free and now pressed to work.

but there will be a time every slavery ‘ll have to end, every dam will break

and in the sleeping water again the swirls will reawake.

oh around the banks of Ada Kaleh.