[Verse 1] At dawn, Vuk01 cries, A strike with hope but no replies. From hills, they flew with rage and spam, But met the might of Kıbrıs’ flaming slam. They roared, “We take the fight!” But ran when things got kinda tight. Their BOTs went boom, their plan was weak, Now all they do is whine and squeak. [Pre-Chorus 1] Time after time, they fall and whine in a line! [Chorus] Screams of war, but they’re lost in the mist, For the shame of e-Serbia. Kıbrıs stands and say “Sikerler” on top, While Plato whispers: "prefer ya!" [Verse 2] Air burst, salty the skies, They spam and beg, they dramatize. Many days of posts and memes and cope, But can't climbed the Cypriot hills. They slipped into Platoç’s shade, But no one joined their broken raid. They yell “it's rigged!” — yet no one cares, Just echo chambers, bias, fears. [Pre-Chorus 2] By their own noise, they lost their voice and their choice! [Chorus] Screams of war, but they’re lost in the mist, For the shame of e-Serbia. Kıbrıs stands and say “Sikerler” on top, While Plato whispers: "prefer ya!" [Bridge – Spoken Rhythmically] They cried before, they'll cry again, A tale of salt from keyboard men. And now one truth remains so clear: “İnci Siker” is all we hear! [Guitar Solo – Minor Harmonic, Power Run] [Pre-Chorus 3] Then, once again, Salt will rain — they lose again. [Final Chorus – With Stronger Choir Harmonies] Screams of war, but they’re lost in the mist, For the shame of e-Serbia. Kıbrıs stands and say “Sikerler” on top, While Plato whispers: "prefer ya!" Screams of war, but they’re lost in the mist, For the shame of e-Serbia. Kıbrıs stands and say “Sikerler” on top, While Plato whispers: "prefer ya!"
