​ATATÜRK & FATİH SULTAN MEHMET & ATSIZ - DAVETİYE (Yapay Zeka Drill Şarkısı) 🔊🇹🇷 скачать в хорошем качестве

​ATATÜRK & FATİH SULTAN MEHMET & ATSIZ - DAVETİYE (Yapay Zeka Drill Şarkısı) 🔊🇹🇷

Tarihin üç büyük ismi: Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, Fatih Sultan Mehmet ve Hüseyin Nihal Atsız aynı şarkıda buluşsaydı ne olurdu? 🇹🇷 MetAiCover olarak yapay zeka teknolojisiyle (Suno AI & Gemini) geçmişi ve geleceği 'Davetiye' şarkımızda #BassBoosted #AICover #TurkishDrill birleştirdik. ​Bu sadece bir şarkı değil, bu bir tarih yolculuğu. Trap ve Drill ritimleri eşliğinde tarihin efsaneleriyle tanışın. ​🌍 English: Imagine the greatest legends of Turkish history in a drill track. This is an AI-generated masterpiece featuring Atatürk, The Conqueror, and Atsız. Klipte başka bir hikaye anlattık anlayanlar yorumda buluşsun. ​Lütfen abone olmayı ve yorum yapmayı unutmayın! Hedefimiz tüm dünyaya sesimizi duyurmak. ​🎵 Müzik: MetAiCover (AI Generated) 🎨 Görsel: Gemini 3 Pro ​#Atatürk #FatihSultanMehmet #NihalAtsız #AICover #TurkishTrap #YapayZekaŞarkı #DrillRemix #MetAiCover #HistoryRemix #Trending #keşfet #bassboosted #BassBoosted #TurkishDrill #Atatürk #FatihSultanMehmet #NihalAtsız #AICover #TrapRemix #CarMusic #SunoAI #BassTest #ExtremeBass #HistoryRemix #MetAiCover #DrillTypeBeat #Phonk #GlobalHit #Turkey #YapayZekaMüzik #SubwooferTest #EpicMusic -- ENGLISH LYRICS (THE INVITATION) -- ​Note: This is a historical poem written by H. Nihal Atsız in the 1930s as a challenge to Mussolini. ​[Intro] Great Tengri, Lord of the Blue Sky, help me. Give me strength to execute my plan. ​[Verse 1] O Benito Mussolini! O so-called supreme leader! I heard your armies would set sail, And come towards our green Bosphorus. Let them come... For us, war is a celebration! Religion belongs to the Arab, Law belongs to you, WAR BELONGS TO THE TURK. ​[Verse 2] Just as the starving run for food with desire, The Turkish soldier runs to the bloody battle. Land your armies from both the sea and the ground! Let’s clash! The ultimate truth is spoken by bayonets! Pen, brush, marble? What are they? Mere toys! Masterpieces are written only with bayonets! ​[Verse 3] The state founded by Tugrul and Chagri Beg, Is surely superior to Italian hybrids. Take our old servants by your side, And march from the Balkans to the field of men. Launch your steel-armored eagles into the sky... But victory, for you, is just a word and a fairy tale. ​[Chorus] Even if Caesar resurrected and led you, Anatolia would still be a grave for you. We are the Ottomans, you are Venice! Historical Rome is a pleasant dream, But facing the Gokturks? That is your nightmare. ​[Verse 4] If you don't see inside our hearts, you are blind! Woe to you if our swords leave their sheaths! Cannon sounds, bomb noises come as music to us; 44 million comes easy against 17. Don't console yourself by saying you defeated the Albanians, Is a noble Turk comparable to them? ​[Verse 5] Terrifying songs must crash against the rocks! Steel bayonets must plunge into bodies! Red blood must overflow and become a river! The coy bride called "Ideal" demands glory from the soldier! Establishing a great state requires great blood. Do you have such abundant blood in your veins? The Turk's blood is the peer of molten lava! ​[Outro] The Great Fatih (The Conqueror) disregarded your race. If Hazreti Fatih had lived a little longer, Neither Venice nor Florence would remain... France would have welcomed us as masters! Come on, the move belongs to the infidel... You come first! Before death and time become our obstacles. This eternal motherland is an insurmountable rock!